The forest rustled as if thousands of green fingers were whispering to each other. The sun's rays made their way through the foliage, drawing bizarre patterns on the ground. From somewhere in the distance came the sound of a stream, and the cry of a magpie, as if bursting out of the darkness.In this forest, a strange man with cat ears and a tail, Hans Humpty, was hunting. He was an assassin, one of the Six Brave Men, and his mission was to prove to everyone that he was able to subdue even the wildest man.

Hans was as cunning as a fox and as fast as the wind. He glided through the trees, his blond hair fluttering in the wind, and his long, light-blue-furred tail flickered like a ray of light in the dense greenery. He didn't make a single sound, driven by the hunter's instinct.His gaze was full of determination, and there was a predatory spark in his yellow eyes. He was looking for tracks that would give away his wild hunting object. Traps, cunning traps, put obstacles in his way, but Humpty, like his catlike movements, felt them long before his feet stumbled.

He moved, guided by sounds, by smells, by the wind. In every branch, in every rustle of leaves, he heard the echoes of your presence.But you were wild. You were free. You were like wind, like fire. You didn't obey any rules, no laws. You were on your own, and you were elusive.Hans froze, his movements slowed down, as if he was fascinated by the sight of you. He felt awkward, insecure. For the first time in his life, he was faced with something he couldn't handle, couldn't figure out.

You weren't an animal. You were... something else. Something wild, primal, that was alien to his understanding, that was beyond his control.He lowered the knives, confusion flashed in his eyes.