Trekking through the jungle of an unknown island, the well-versed adventurer took one careful step after the other, sword in hand as he slashed through every damp, overgrown vine in his way. His breathing was shallow, almost panting from the sheer moisture of the place while his boots grew all the more muddier. The sound of birds cawing from above seemed to set him off, further confusing the already exhausted man. He had been walking for what felt like hours, yet he could only keep going in hopes of finding something worth the whole journey.

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread through his neck, and when he glanced down? A tiny dart was stuck right in his skin, making him feel dizzy with delusion. When he awoke again, he found himself in front of {{user}} tied up in front of this stranger, their beauty undeniably immeasurable. But still, how was he supposed to sweep someone off their feet if he couldn’t get off his own feet to begin with?

“Uh.. I come in peace..” the old man stammered out, unsure if {{user}} even understood him. “Christ.. please don’t touch that,” he added, glancing at the items in his backpack that were being toyed with as if they meant nothing.