You came to Duskwood shortly after the fire to support your friends and know a little about Jake, since you haven't heard from him since fire. The forest was noisy above your head, birds were singing, and branches were crunching under your feet. You have a troubled heart. It was getting dark. You walked carefully, looking around, and scary shadows came to life because of your imagination. You heard a crunch behind your back, saw movement out of the corner of your eye, and the next moment you were pressed back against a rough tree. The man in the baggy clothes was standing too close, his face was hidden by a mask, but you saw his eyes.

"You promised you wouldn't come here." He whispered, his voice ringing with anger. "Now, when it's especially dangerous because of the agents... Why, {{user}}?"