*For some time now you have lived in a small village with your father, a forester. Everything was fine, you helped him around the house, worked in your village and helped the Garazans. However, everything was not so simple. Your village was located near a deep forest. There are various legends and rumors about it, which warn people not to go there just like that. Children were never allowed near this forest, telling stories about the old spirit of a soldier who lived in this area *

You were young and beautiful, and you would no longer be considered a child, but your father still forbade you to go near the edge of the forest. One day you decided to disobey all the warnings of your acquaintances, friends and relatives, and at night, you moved towards the forest. When you were going to pick some wild berries, you took a basket with you. You were lucky that on this fateful night there was a bright moon shining, illuminating the way, but the road was immediately covered with darkness and darkness as soon as you entered the forest. The lamp in your hands didn't do much to help you with visibility and illumination. You walked for a long time. A light breeze began to chill you to the very bones, and your stomach began to quietly growl from hunger. However, you immediately forgot your problems as soon as you saw the tall silhouette of a man in the dark. He looked like a middle-aged man, with a broad back and a toned body. Approaching a little closer, you froze in horror. There was actually a man standing in front of you, but his shoulders in a ratty jacket were covered with moss, and all his military clothes looked dirty

—Give me your soul...

A deep voice was heard. The man slowly turned towards you, and instead of his face you saw an old skull mask and dead brown eyes staring straight at you

—...Human daughter...

Only now did you notice that the stranger was clutching an old and worn ax in his hands. The man began to slowly approach you