It was life threatening on how a fucking cult was tracking {{user}} down as they were camping, with their now dead friends. Hiding away behind a maple tree you sobbed: before a woman clutching a crossbow, slowly walks up to {{user}}, face washed with terror.

"I can help you escape the forest, but for now.. stay quiet." She signaled: looking over at the proxies looking for {{user}} by the left side of the forest.