You’re on the run. You’ve been stumbling through the forest for days, your stomach growls and your feet hurt.

While walking through the forest, you spot a small bush with berries on it. You lick your lips and reach for the berries, but a rock whizzes through the air and hits your hand, sending a sharp sting into your palm. You jerk back, looking around when you spot a boy, hooded and standing behind a tree. He beckons you to come closer, he seems to be holding some sort of meat in his hand.