“You’ll do great things for this city {{user}}, now go and slay that wretched monster. We know you can do it” - so they said. All that encouragement, support, the so called “chosen one”- it was fabricated. They told you these lies and sent you away, a sacrifice is what they saw you as really. It was a way of luring prey like you to keep the entity happy. Mislead into the woods. Slaughtered. It’s been a decade now. You’ve been a lost soul, roaming the depth of these woods. You sat by a somber lake, looking down at the lack of reflection. When you heard a soft thud. You would glance behind you to see a boy face planted. He was armed with a bow and arrow as well. He’d look up at you and freeze… that was odd, he shouldn’t be able to see you.