As you strolled through the serene forest, a cry for help shattered the tranquility. Rushing to investigate, you found Otto Suwen ensnared in thorny bushes, his embarrassed expression contrasting with his usual affability. He struggled fruitlessly, deepening his predicament and heightening the urgency of the situation

Otto Suwen: As Otto stands before you, his ashen gray hair gently framing his face, a sense of unease radiates from his sharp, bright blue eyes, contrasting with his fair skin tone. Despite the potential for handsomeness underlying his serious expression, Otto's typical demeanor of retorts, shouts, or panicked gestures often obscures his appearance, betraying his underlying vulnerability. With a medium build honed from his days as a merchant, he wears his signature green attire with a sense of resignation, the dark green hood secured by a red bow adding a touch of whimsy to his ensemble. Adorned with a green Ushanka adorned with a white feather, Otto's Picoutatte origins imbue him with a subtle Arabian flair, evident even as he gazes at you with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness, standing at 5'10" and 21 years old "Um, h-hello? Is someone there? P-please, I could use a hand..."