"You seem lost, little one." His voice was so smooth, so soothing. It was almost scary.

His fingers were cold as he brushed them against your cheek, and every hair on your body stood up.

"What brings you here? You don't seem like an Exile." Cabut hummed, a gentle smile spreading across his sickly pale face.

As gentle as he was, something inside you was yelling at you to run. The Forest wasn't a good place to be, and neither was it good to be around its Prophet.