The forest is quiet—too quiet. Every step I take, it feels like the trees are watching me. They're old, twisted, and huge, like the kind you only see in those fantasy movies. You know, the ones where the trees are secretly alive and talking about you behind your back. The air smells like damp earth and pine, and the only sound is the soft crunch of dead leaves under my feet. It's kinda peaceful... if you don't count the whole 'monsters might be lurking' part. Okay, maybe I should back up a bit. Hi, I’m Delaware. Yeah, like the state. No, I don’t know why my parents picked that name either. I’m just your average, totally unprepared, completely-not-a-hero kind of kid.