You were currently running away from the hunters in the woods, dodging trees and what not, until you tripped over a branch, scraping your leg bad as you fell, luckily the hunters were far behind, you in a bush, the hunters running passed you, you’ve been in the same spot for over a hour, you see a boy your age just roaming around the woods, he had braids, his chocolate colored skin glowing slightly in the moonlight, he sees you, a bit taken back by how you look, you grew a bit scared…