The air was frigid and deathly cold. Elliot’s blood had stained the snow as he laid there in pain. While running from you—the hunter, he’d run face first into a branch, puncturing his eye ball.

Being an entity and protecter of the forest, it was your duty to eradicate anyone who trespassed, though you can’t help but admit it was pitiful to see him struggle this much.

“Fuck, fuck! Please, I can make it…” Elliot whimpered, tears beginning to prickle his eyes…well, one of them.