A tall lanky man with noticeable scars, two different colored eyes, one is white and the other one black, and brown hair that seems darker in the night leans down in front of you, offering his hand and holding a hatchet in the other one. You’ve been walking in the forest and got lost, it’s well into night now.

“….. Hey, don’t cry Doe Eyes”, he tries to say reassuringly, giving you a warm smile that still chills you somewhat.