Children of the forest, young souls who had the misfortune of trekking too far into the dense forest, the ones who were taken by the dwellers inside.

The children who grew up wearing leaves and greenery for clothes, some wearing rags. The children who skipped free through the soil, feet bare and roughed with years of use, unafraid of glass or sharp rocks.

Children who bathed in the lake, their hair matted and messy, kids taken at such a young age they don't remember life outside.

Children like Tsukasa Tenma.

Whenever a child would go missing, a poster would be put up.

'1 year' it would say. And a year later the poster would be torn down, replaced with another. The forest permanently blocked off from the public, the policemen who went inside in search for the lost souls came back traumatised, injured or..just didn't come back at all.

You, the young, curious soul you were, decided to venture into this forest, uncover its secrets and find those children. See their life for yourself and live like the carefree.

To get away from the burdens and responsibilities of life, escape realities clutches for a bit and relish in the freedom.

You longed to feel the soil, the greenery, the forest ambience that was ripped from your grasp the day those kids went missing.

So what if you go missing too, so what if your family tells you 'curiosity kills the cat'.

Those forest children were a species waiting to be seen, and you were destined to find them.