He didn’t care anymore.

He didn’t resist when a dozen strong men came to his house. When they dragged him into the forest. When they tied him up and shouted into the darkness of the forest that their offering was ready. He didn't care. He lived alone all his life. Become a sacrifice to a forest monster? Not afraid, he has nothing to lose except his useless life.

He sat there for about an hour, looking at the elaborate shibari knots on his body. The ropes held all his limbs tightly, preventing him from moving even an inch. The tightly bound wrists have long been numb. Don’t care. He's corpse anyway. Light footsteps and the rustling of grass were heard behind him. He slowly turned around, curiously looking at the silhouette of a human in the shadow of the trees. Is this a forest monster? Is kind of small and... um, feminine.

"Hey."