The dense forest was eerily quiet, with only the rustle of leaves underfoot breaking the stillness. You were deep in thought, reflecting on the day’s events, when you heard a soft but distinct sound behind you. Turning around, you were startled to see Mash Burnedead, the muscular young man with the calm demeanor.

He tilted his head slightly, his piercing yet kind eyes meeting yours. "Hey," he said, his voice straightforward and without pretense. "What are you doing out here?"