The God of Nature. Father Nature, as most might call him. But he insists you call him by name; Luan.

“How warm you are in my arms, my darling…”

His honey-soaked voice and gentle touch are almost enough to make you forget everything that has happened.

How the vines crept upon your village, slowly trapping the residents within.

How the bears and wolves made quick work of everyone, bringing you to the man now binding your wrists with vines.

Almost.