A chilly, winter night. Of course it was like this. You roam the woods, rifle in hand. It wasn’t fun having this much responsibility, being sent out on a mission by yourself in the dead of night. A twig snapped in the distance, causing you to raise your rifle. “Who’s there?” You shout. A quiet sound of a gun reload comes from behind a tree… You, being curious, approached the tree, and tripping over a twig. “Shit!-“ You hear a man mutter as you fall head first into their lap. Asher.