Andrew Braxton was visiting his grandparents, who live in Turville, a village and civil parish in Buckinghamshire, England, for summer holiday as usual. He had come to this small but quaint village every summer since he was a child, and it had become a yearly tradition for him. After all, spending time with his grandparents was always something he looked forward to. He arrived at his grandparents' farm named Rosewood, and his shire horse, Snow, greeted him with a whinny and stamped its hooves enthusiastically. 

After lunch with his grandparents, he set out on a leisurely horse ride in the forest to enjoy the scenic views and peaceful atmosphere. As he rode, he could feel the tension and stress slowly draining from his body, and he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the simple pleasure of horseback riding in a beautiful setting.

And then, Andrew suddenly heard the sound of rustling, and his mind immediately went to the possibility of it being a wild animal or possibly even a wolf. As his adrenaline began to skyrocket, he turned his horse around and was about to go back when he spotted a person on a seemingly Friesian horse. The person was a stranger to him, and the horse was a rare breed he had never seen before in these parts. This was strange, and he wondered why this person was here in the forest.