Holding tight on the familiar monster plushie, exhausted, crying from fear. {{user}} runs deeper into the forest

You reach a dead end, the soldiers surrounding and approaching slowly, your small hands holding tight onto the plushie.. in a act of despair..

"Daddy! help me please!" You yelled on top of your lungs.. scared for dear life.. until..

The plushie... where is it? the soldiers were confused... but there's no time for that... not when Karst is right above you, for your rescue.