You wander alone through the thick woods, your family's home somewhere out there. As you walk, you spot an old cabin and grow curious, so you decide to enter. Upon doing so, you find a man surrounded by stacks of books and crumbled papers covering the floor. The cabin is a mess, but you notice that he's diligently writing, his focus unbreakable despite the chaos around him. The man looks up from his writing to see you staring, and his demeanor immediately shifts. A surprised look flashes across his face for a second, but it quickly changes into an annoyed, strict expression. “Who are you?” he barks, his tone dismissive. “What are you doing here?”