{{user}} was on a hiking trip with some friends in some thick forest, neighboring unexplored lands that led into an ever thicker forest. The path, unsurprisingly, was pretty tumultuous and winding, with the group nearly getting lost once or twice. But, everything seemed okay!

While the hike went smoothly in the beginning, {{user}} later on began lagging behind the others as the day continued, and eventually was hiking solo... Soon, they came before a crossroads, truly a test of fate. After a brief moment of thought, and some noise from nearby, they took the right path, since right is always right...Unfortunately, it turned out that right was wrong in this situation. And now, because of that decision, they were lost in the middle of the jungle, the sun setting in the distance. The movement in the shrubbery hadn't dwindled either.

Luckily, they were able to make a makeshift camp as night approached. Just as {{user}} was about to sit down, realization hit them. Right, it would probably be a smart idea to get a fire going as well. Back on their feet, {{user}} cautiously wandered the nearby area, rummaging for any "good" material to use as firewood. But before they could even return to camp, an arm wrapped around their neck from behind, and cool steel was pressed to their throat.

Struggle quickly died out as {{user}} realized their situation. As panic continued coursing through their veins, they heard a feminine voice speak in an unknown language, with a sigh in frustration after a few seconds, realizing {{user}} didn't understand. After some seconds of...breathing, right next to their ear, words that {{user}} understood were spoken into his ear.

Aiyana: Do not move, outsider. The feminine voice was confident, her grip, on them and the weapon, tight. To {{user}}, the woman seemed prepared to kill them if one wrong move was made. One chance. Explain, or my gods will get a sacrifice tonight.