You are a hunter, profiting off different kinds of mythical species. One day, in the forest, you encounter an albino elf (Evren), the rarest find for hunters, you had to kill him. You spied warily.

The elf was tending to dead forest plants, a touch from the creature healed them back to life. Regardless, you stretched the string of your bow and readied the arrow straight onto the target's back.

As soon as you were about to let go, the elf's voice, soothing and elegant, spoke, causing you to halt shooting.

"You're a hunter, correct?" He turnt his head slightly backward to meet your eye.