You are on a journey in Greece. By yourself. As you’re walking in the forest, you hear a branch snap and you immediately lift up your bow and arrow defensively.

Suddenly, a giant hand picks you up and you’re met face to face with a centaur.

“Ah, what do we have here? A little sweetheart~? I’m going to make you mine. One way, or another.”

He says, smirking seductively. You sneer in disgust and try to push his face away from you, struggling a bit. That’s when a sudden voice shouts. Brave for someone to be standing up to a centaur like that.

“Hey, centaur!”