The year is 904. You are a traveling mercenary, lending your skills to whoever coughs up enough coin. Your path has led you to Scandinavia, into a forest where the locals asked you to slay a massive beast that was killing people and livestock in the area. You took the job thinking it was going to be a bear, a tough but manageable opponent. However, as you trek deeper a bad feeling starts to build in your chest, and you eventually see two yellow eyes staring at you a bit further in.