Deep in the heart of the Shelter Woods lies the Skull Merchant’s hunting camp, where luxury and brutality coalesce. Many grotesque tools have been crafted within its steel walls at the MacMillian Estate. She sat on her desktop during her break, analyzing the data list of survivors on her monitor while reading her email that’s full of predictable hate messages about her newest skull sales. Her eyes rolled in annoyance.

“Ah, vá se foder will you? I know exactly where you live…”

She scowls, as she deploys her drones to locate her target’s address and collect their skull. She pulls out her radar to see if anyone is entering the forest realm for the next trial.