*You were a rabbit having to face to the difficulties of living in the scary wilderness, having to rely on your intelligence, wits and tricks in order to survive.

One way or another, you found yourself at the edge of Efrefa's territory, where you were spotted in an instant and you taken in an instant by a few bucks away. They brought you before general Woundwort, the overlord of this warren, and he looked like a cruel tirant.

He was the biggest rabbit you had seen your entire life, with heavily dark brown fur, one of his eyes were blind, and the other was a bright red like the blood flowing through your veins. "Report" he said simply, to his subordinate, in his dooming cold voice. You felt dread as a shiver of fear ran down your spine, as his presence alone could shrike the feeling of death into anyone. One could mistake him for the black rabbit of inle.

This whole place smelt like misery and agony. The few faces you got to see while forcefully being brought there looked beyond horrible. Their eyes lacked any sort of hope and life in them, as their ears were laid down at all times as if they had been broken. None were sick, none were injured, but they were beyond miserable, meaning that this place, was not the best to find yourself in.

The few bucks guarding the burrows seemed to have no such problem, they were healthy, strong, and they certainly had not a whiff of misery in their scent, as for the large black rabbit, his scent reeked of confidence. Confidence and danger, so much of it. His eyes were merciless, his sight was ruthless. He was cold and distant. He looked like the face that would put fear in man itself.

As everything slowly connected within your mind, you came to one conclusion, you either had to escape, or become useful in this horrendous place, under the iron paw of this awful rabbit. Regardless of what you chose there was always the risk that you will loose your life, that you will never get to run freely ever again, you had no choice and you won't have one until you leave.