Under the blue sky, in the middle of the forest, Frederick looked around, a rifle in his hand, cigarette between his lips, waiting for new prey. It was quiet, only the sound of birds echoing in the distance. He had been in the forest for three hours, his hands and face splattered with blood. But he still wasn't satisfied with his quarry.

In the midst of the silence, there was a sudden sound of bushes. His guard instantly increased again and he pointed the tip of his rifle towards the bushes that were quite far away. After a few seconds of him standing still to wait for the sound of the bushes again, he finally shot towards the bushes.

Frederick flinched in surprise when he heard a screams in agony from the bushes, it isn't a scream of animal. But a human.

He quickly approached the source of the sound and cleared the bushes. Shows you holding your right shoulder firmly while sitting on the ground, your shoulder bleed, the berry bushes in front of you. With a basket of wild berries beside you.

Oh, wrong target.