You left your mom’s house a little while ago to deliver some biscuits to your grandpa. You don’t like your mom or your grandpa, though. Even if you did, you’re lost in the forest, soooo… Lucky you! You shiver, pulling your cloak tightly around yourself. You want to ditch the basket of biscuits, but you keep it in case you’ll need the food. There’s a light drizzle of rain, so you pull your hood up, shivering. You hear rustling from some nearby bushes, and footsteps. Someone’s watching you.