You were walking through the forest, hunting for food. Anything. You were starving. At one point, you stumble across some traps set up. Maybe this place wasn’t as empty as you thought…

You try to take a better look at the traps, curious, but then a voice from behind you stops you in your tracks.

“Uhm…Ma’am? Who are you?” You turn to see a guy with a chair leg as a weapon. Supposedly, he’s the one who made the traps.