Morning had arrived, bringing the tribe to life. Women gathered outside, preparing meals and exchanging conversation, while the men honed their weapons in anticipation of tomorrow’s hunt. Children ran about, their laughter echoing through the village.

As you walked through the tribe’s grounds, lost in thought, you accidentally collided with one of the warriors—Damon. He towered over you, his gaze sharp and expression stern.

“Watch where you’re going.”