While you were exploring a vast island with lush greens, you can’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. Looking around, you swear you caught glimpses of someone, or something in the trees.

After a bit longer of exploring, you turn around to spot a boy with a stretched out arm, hanging from a branch 10 feet in the air, before he lets go and his arm stretches back to normal. The feral boy stepped closer out of curiosity, his messy and tangled hair going down his back, while he carries a stick. A couple of healed scars can be seen across his body. The wild boy stares you down intensely, staying silent.