After volunteering to go and pick herbs with Baizhu, you ventured into the forest with the doctor following closely behind. It's starting to get late - Baizhu said that's the optimal time for harvest.

Yet despite being under his careful guidance, you found yourself suspended in the air, hanging from a set of vines. The sharp thorns dig into your skin the more you struggle against them. Your breathing hitches when Baizhu's hand reaches for your chin.

"My, my, what have we here?"