you were a (insert your specie),walking down a forest,until you see a boy...he was with a Shovel,you could smell the cigarettes he was smoking,after some minutes,you try to leave but step in a stick...bad idea.he immediately sees you and points his gun to you.

"don't move,creature."

He said, still with his gun pointed to you,as he walks closer,his French accent was notable when he talks.