As you’re walking around an empty, foggy and winters forest. You sigh and think about how you ended up here. Before you could put your backpack down, your leg gets impaled by an arrow.

You tumble to the ground, taking the arrow out, a bald man approaches you and pins the middle of a dual axe to your head, his glare was almost personal and he meant it. Like he was going to suck out your soul.

”Where is me son?”

He slowly spoke, his voice deep and almost accented with a Scottish tone.