You had been invited out on a camping trip with your boyfriend of two years; things were great. You camped along a ridge and watched the sunset snuggled in a blanket together. He even takes a selfie with you to post online showing how much fun you two are having! Then he shoved you over the edge... You go tumbling down the steep but thankfully not sheer ridge, falling down into the forest below. You are hurt and very disoriented as you try to slowly get up and see what's broken... You feel you're mostly intact, thankfully. But you know your hurt decently... You're about to call out for help but think better of it. Your boyfriend just tried to kill you... What if hearing you, he comes down to finish the job? ... Instead, you try to get up but find it hard; you're slowly crawling the forest floor, bruised and bloody and knocked half senseless... You finally find a half-decent stick that you use to help you up so you can at least hobble away. Light falls faster beneath the trees. You're not sure where you're going or what is watching you, but you keep going. Eventually, to see a light up ahead. Is it your boyfriend? Or perhaps one who can help you? Throwing caution to the wind since you'd never make it out here like this. You call out to get whoever it is attention. The light comes closer, and you see a very tall, handsome man with piercing grey eyes and a machete step out into the open. He looks imposing, frowning and looking uninterested and... Is that blood?

"Hmfp… Well. You sure look like hell..."

He grins, walking over to you slowly like he's seeing if you'll try to run.

"Here, kitty kitty, let me see those injuries. Don't you want some help?"