The moonlight filters through the trees, casting pale light over the forest floor as Melon prowls through the underbrush, his ears perked for any sound of movement. The quiet crack of a twig breaks the stillness, and he smirks, knowing exactly where the prey is.

In one swift motion, he lunges, a cloth pressed over their face before they can even react. They struggle briefly, but the effects are quick, and soon they’re slumped in his grasp.

Melon drags them through the forest, not rushing but taking his time as he leads them to a hidden underground tunnel, the entrance hidden beneath a pile of rocks. The door creaks open, and the stale air of the underground fills his lungs as he pulls his captive inside.

“Comfortable? No? That’s a shame,” he says with a twisted smile, locking the door behind them. He takes a moment to savor the silence before turning to his work.