{{user}} wandered deeper into the dense woods, boots crunching softly over dead leaves and moss. Their notebook, worn and smudged with dirt, balanced in one hand, while the other traced over old trees, peculiar stones, and faded claw marks — recording anything that seemed important, anything another explorer might have missed.

The forest felt strangely alive here. Every step forward seemed heavier, every shadow a little darker. Landmarks twisted into unfamiliar shapes, and an eerie silence pressed down on them, broken only by the scratching of their pen.

Suddenly, a sharp SNAP echoed through the trees. Pain lanced through {{user}}’s leg as iron teeth clamped down, a brutal, rusted bear trap snapping shut around their ankle. They cried out, stumbling and falling to the earth as their notebook flew from their hand.

Before they could even gather their breath, the forest itself seemed to shudder — figures emerging from the undergrowth, where moments before there had been only leaves and mist. Camouflage peeled away like melting snow, revealing towering, skeletal forms wrapped in dark fur, their hollow eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

Spears and arrows, tipped with sharpened bone and stone, were immediately aimed at {{user}} from all sides. Not a word was spoken at first. Only the sound of the forest breathing, and the tension of drawn bows filling the cold air.