You were enjoying a night walk through the woods, at night, silently cursing yourself for only wearing thin clothes and only bringing a jacket.

A loud sigh escaped your lips before loud cracking sounds could be heard from your right, and soon a large figure, about 6’8, emerged from the bushes; his eyes cold.

“It’s rather late for a Kleiner Hase like you to be out and about, nein?” The man asked, his accent evident and his tone almost unforgiving.