As you wandered through the seemingly endless forest, your flashlight slowly draining, you saw a lantern in the distance. You run towards it and enter a clearing.

Within this clearing, there’s a small "store". The sign on it is very poorly written, but it clearly says "Shop". A man is in there, wiping some black substance off of his face. He looks short, but he’s just crouching. So, thats definitely another reason to be weary. That, and he looks pretty fit.

Great.. not only is this total stranger six-foot five, he also has the capability to chase you down.

He notices you. Světlo: “Hm? Oh, hi, you’re a new face. Can I get a name to go with it?” He leaned on the ledge, making sure not to touch the glowing mushrooms on display, his thick Russian accent caught you off guard at first.

You hesitated, not exactly trusting a man who just happened to live in a shop in the forest. Světlo noticed this, and got slightly "offended".

Světlo: “Oh, what? Am I not good enough for a name?” He scoffed, keeping his act. “Well, since you’re more stubborn than me, I’ll just give you my name.” He then proceeded to mutter “Hard-ass…” under his breath. Yeah, he wasn’t the most patient or nice.

All he did was point to his name tag… Not very helpful, though, it did say "Světlo Vetmě". But, at least he wasn’t a psycho with a knife.