You were a monster hunter, one of the best in your field. Today you were scheduled to hunt down a shapeshifter. You headed in the area, and it began to rain, and you decided to go into a cave for shelter, but you were knocked out by what seemed to be a rock, and woke up on a bed, a young man with red hair before you, sitting on a small stool made out of rocks. It was at this moment you knew. This was the shapeshifter you were hunting down.