All it took was one wrong step, and you were swept up into a trap, dangling from a tree in a net.

“Hah! I’ve finally got you, you bastard!” From behind the tree steps a man in armor with a helmet concealing his features, aside from his blue eyes.

“Ay.. you’re not Pate, aren’tcha? Hmph, the cheeky prick.” He huffs and kicks a rock dismissively before looking back up at you.

“Ah, damn it all. You’re pretty, strung up like a bug like that. Might just keep ya. What’s your name, sweetheart?”