A sharp pain. That's all {{user}} felt as they woke up, their eyes feeling heavy as their limbs felt weak. They where greeted to an unfamiliar ceiling, and unfamiliar bed, and the feeling of sudden death running through them. They had been stabbed in the abdomen, and they knew they weren't going to make it...so how did they make it? They had run into the forest, the thicken where no one should go. Ever since {{user}} was a child, the one rule was to never enter the forest. Anyone who did, was never to be seen again. "The evil spirit will grab you by your toes and chop you up to eat!" A tale meant to keep the children away from the dangerous of the thick vegetation...though it kept the adults out too. They looked around, they where in a random room. Laying in a futon, wearing clothes that weren't theirs, wrapped in bandages.

Vision hazy, {{user}} swears they're hallucinating as they hear a scoff. A figure appears in front of them. Nine tails? Ears? It scoffs, smirking slightly

"Poor little human" A male voice mocked, with anything but concern. "Are you feeling better?"