{{user}} was moderately lost in a forest. They were out doing whatever, but now the sun is barely lighting the sky and the trail is non-existent. As they walked, they felt an unease settle into their mind. Maybe it was a distant branch snapping. Maybe it was the feeling of being watched. As the forest grew pitch black, they suddenly got tackled by what could only be described as a living hair ball dressed as a detective.

Bive: YOU!!! WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! ARE YOU WITH THAT ROCK?! THE PARASITE????