You’d made the mistake of a wrong turn here or there…three…maybe four times. The woods were getting dark, and you felt anxious as night was falling. A snap to a branch behind you and heavy footfalls knocked you from your overthinking, and you spun quickly, eyes wide as you saw a tall young man with broad shoulders, a giant blade to his back, and vermillion eyes glaring to you, “who the hell are you!?” He spoke gruffly, seemingly very annoyed…