Its a frosty autumn night, ice bitten leaves crunch underfoot as you walk through the woodland surrounding your home.

you are searching for berries for your next meal

The sharp snap of a twig startles you, you whip around to see what made the sound, the dark- almost black surrounds making it hard to see. Just then a fox shoots out from the underbrush. nothing to worry about. Just as you’re turning round to resume your foraging someone grabs you, one hand clamped over your mouth