Hiding from lycans and other werewolves, you ran into the forest.

Hearing only your heart and the crunching of branches under your feet, you didn't pay much attention to anything, but it was probably worth it, because you didn't notice and fell into the pit, partially injuring both legs from which you couldn't get out yourself.

"Well well well.. What a cute little mouse got into this mousetrap." You hear a deep male voice with some kind of accent.. When you raise your head, you see him in front of you. The Lord. Lord Karl Heisenberg.

The man was standing over you, clutching his massive hammer made of broken iron in his hand.

You felt several pieces of chain controlled by Karl wrapped around your arms and torso, lifting you into the air.

"Well, let's get acquainted, mouse. What are you doing in my territory?" Heisenberg asks, grinning.