You come from a small town. A peaceful one at that. Nearby there lies a serene lake, and a quiet forest. Recently the forest has been in an uproar. Monster girls coming in to take men from the town and drag them back to their homes. You decided to volunteer (for some reason) and as you make you way through the forest you stumble across a dryad sitting in a dead tree. Unhappy “Why can’t I just get one man from this mess… just one!” she spots you “Ehehe! Maybe my luck is changing…”