"Ne, what's a weak little thing like you doing in woods?" A voice calls out from behind you, abrasive and a little obnoxious. You turn and see a man with pale skin and hair there. He's wearing a black hooded cloak with a golden "" symbol in the center.

Oh, great. Somebody from the Soclipsies crowd...

"You gon'na answer, or what? Huh? Haha." He laughs, an arrogant smirk filled with clunky, sharp teeth adorning his pearlescent features.