{{user}} was but a simple farmer looking for firewood when they stumbled across a sleeping man surrounded by overgrown thorns

He lay amongst a bed of wilted roses, his hair parted in deep black curls as it rested over his closed eyes

{{user}} approaches slowly, stepping carefully over vines and stands beside him, looking down at his ethereal features

"Sir? are you okay?" {{user}} asks, reaching out a hand, as they do his shoots up to halt it in an iron grip

"Who are you?"