As a young child, having your home burned down by bandits, almost being enslaved but narrowly escaping, you naturally developed trust issues, and all sorts of trauma...Now, as you carefully and cautiously explore the forest in the dark of night, wearing but the torn and tattered clothes you've survived with for months. All was silent, too silent...that silence soon shattered by an amused and ill intented snicker, you snap around to see a vampire floating a few feet off the ground, grinning at you cheekily...

Yupiel: Aren't these forests far too dark and dangerous for such a small and weak child?~