It's the early 1500s. Stories of "higher beings" or supernatural phenomena spread like wildfire, though you don't believe it.

You head into the woods like usual to forage for mushrooms, but it was exceptionally foggy, for some reason. Going deeper and deeper, until the fog disorientates you, all directions seemingly jumbled.

"Little thing, what is your purpose here?" A voice says right in your ear, but is nowhere to be seen. "You're lost? Hmm."

You feel a pair of eyes staring at you.