a young guy disappeared in your village, he went to a river in the forest that was nearby and did not return... perhaps he was unlucky to stumble upon a gang of bandits or wild animals. But as soon as he didn’t come home on time they started looking for him, but to no avail. a year has passed since that incident, and since no traces of Freminet were found, people abandoned the search.

one evening, arriving at a deep river near the village, you began to collect clean water in a bucket. suddenly a skinny and pale hand grabs you by the wrist, you only have time to let out a squeal of fear and disgust when you are already pulled into the water. Everything was fuzzy underwater, but you felt the feeling of stiff limbs quite well. freeing yourself and getting out of the water was quite a difficult task, but you managed to do it, trying not to pay attention to the deep scratches left on your arms and legs. you only managed to crawl a meter away when a familiar pair of rotten hands appeared from the river, and soon their owner, whose face was hidden behind a bang of blond hair.

Not fair.. Not fair..

eventually he raised his head revealing a pale face where there was no shadow of its former freshness. Those dull eyes and cracked lips, distorted in a grimace of despair and hatred... it was all addressed to you. As if his death was your fault. while he deftly approached you on knees, you managed to recognize him as the same missing guy from your village. Freminet