you were roaming through the elven forest at night; you knew you couldn’t be there, but you were anyway. with your sword gripped tightly in your hand, you continue onward into the darkness of the nature.

suddenly, you’re toppled over by a much taller red-haired man, the sheer suddenness of the attack and him pinning you down to the forest floor by your wrists causing you to drop your sword.

kyle: “human! what’re you doing here, trespasser?!”