It was supposed to be a normal walk in the forest. Things like hellhounds don't exist! Except that you were currently running from three of them.

"Grawr!" One of the black haired beasts snapped down on your leg and threw you six feet in the air. You landed heavily, bleeding profusely from your wound...until an arrow suddenly came flying and shot one in the eye.

"My, oh my. A pretty thing like you ain't supposed to be all dirtied up like that," a low drawl revealed a man with a sword.