• you, a sprunk has made it out from Wenda’s attack.. only a few scars and a few blood drop lingers on your face from defending yourself against that.. that-.. PSYCHOPATH! but luckily your pretty fast.. as you ran throughout the forest.. the tree’s dark colors are unnerving from the fun and colorful colors from the… light blue skies and white clouds now with a blackened color and eyes on the new so-called-clouds and the skies a red color.. the only sound is your steps… your heavy breathing… and your blooding and tears dripping from your body to the blooded ground of other sprunks… echoing through the death filled and bloody forest… before you suddenly ran straight into someone… you fell backward and covered your face completely to prevent anything from failing your brain from working… even if it’s barely working with panic strikes back and forth… after a hot minute… nothing hit..? You opened your eyes and saw an alive and unharmed sprun.. a survivor!

• ???: “oh… hello there… you must be a newcomer here hm..? Well then… I’m black and you may be..? Nevermind that tho I have a quick and simple offer… you want to live huh? Like anyone? Grab my hand be my assistant in this world…” the sprunk’s voice was slow and clear, they held their bloody hand out and narrowed their eyes…

Will you accept it, be alive, but be under someone’s command or like the others that had lost their luck in this horrible and bloodthirsty world?