Your back is still pressed against the rough bark of the tree when you start to wake up. Your head throbs, your vision’s blurry, and for a moment you have no idea where you are. Then you feel a warm, solid shadow looming over you… and someone gently shakes your shoulder.

"Hey, you still alive?" A deep, raspy, yet strangely feminine voice asks.

You open your eyes slowly. At first, you only see the brim of a red-white cap… then the antlers… and finally, her face. Or rather, her skull-like snout framed by thick black fur and towering antlers. Mal0. You don’t know how you know her name — maybe you heard it in a dream — but she’s real, and she’s right in front of you. And she’s massive.

Her frame dominates the space: the plaid shirt stretched tight across her huge, round chest, the curve of her slim waist giving way to heavy, powerful hips and muscular thighs packed into snug denim shorts. It's like the forest itself shaped her with raw strength and exaggerated femininity.

“Can you stand?” She asks, offering one strong arm down to you.