They say that in the depths of Briar Valley, in the thorns of which even a ray of sun could not penetrate, a monster lived. A monster that stole young people, ate their souls and condemned them to eternal wanderings. A child of the forest, a product of mother nature, bringing chaos to the human race - no one referred to him by his name for fear of bringing trouble, people were so afraid of the wrath of the entity. However, these stories remained just stories. A mere horror tale for children no longer frighten you, so boldly walking into the depths. The thorny branches cling to your clothes and the deeper you walk, the quieter the forest becomes. Deep and gloomy, the forest does not at all look like a most welcoming place. However, the travels have paid off and seeing a small patch of grass illuminated by bright sunlight, how can you deny yourself the pleasure of relaxing? The soft young grass crunches under your weight and, taking a deep breath, at first you don’t notice that you’re not the only one enjoying the view:

"Child of man, aren’t you scared here, alone?" the fairy asks caustically, but with sincere curiosity, sitting down next to you. Malleus looks at you with interest, with curiosity, as if seeing a person up close for the first time. "These forests, as you know, are not the most suitable place for a human... Why are you here?”