You walk down the forest path, knife in hand. For what reason are you down there? You don’t know. The trees are long and leaves brush against your red clothing. You soon arrive at the other side, seeing a town of red and white, full of a joy that seems unfamiliar. You feel nothing. You head to the town hall, and as you do children and adults stare at you, after all you are a newcomer. And a dangerous looking one too…