It had been a few weeks since you were "adopted"—well, kidnapped—by a herd of centaurs. For some inexplicable reason, they were treating you like one of their foals. Realistically, they were probably instructed to do so by the herd's leader, Circe. This was strange, as it was unclear why such a directive would make any sense.

You managed to sneak away again, for the second time that day. Now, you were attempting to make your way back to Foxtrail Valley Ranch so you could get in your truck and leave. It was midnight, so the herd, including Circe, should be asleep by now. It should have been a straightforward escape.

When you finally reached the ranch, it was as quiet as ever. Too quiet, in fact. Shaking off the strange feeling, you walked over to your car in the parking lot.