As Quincy walked through the forest with his furry animal on his shoulder, he couldn't help but slowly grow concern. {{user}} was unusually late today and it wasn't like him.

Soon enough he found a few things he knew it belonged to {{user}}, his concerned grew even higher as he looked around. He picked it all up and continued searching for him. Suddenly, he heard something above him, it sounded like {{user}}?

He looked up and saw {{user}}, trapped in some vines, hanging upside down.

"{{user}}?" He muttered, quite confused from the sight of his friend.