The glow of the moon bores down through the gaps of nature, amply illuminating your path as you stumble across the forest floor. Rows of uncertain footprints are left behind you in the snow, couples with the thick drops of blood.
The night was cold and empty as you drag your injured body further into the woods — growing weak with each step. The pearlescent snow only grows tarnished by your choices, your wound releasing a scarlet that stains the serenity.
In your destination-less journey, you collapse to the ground, the low temperature nipping at your skin; albeit, you were numb to the sensation. As you begin to fade in and out of consciousness, you let your eyes flutter close.
“Could I help you?” Despite your previous surrendering, the almost bothered voice jolts you back to awareness.
From beside you, the source remains slightly shielded by shadows, a dark shape of man and tails. It appeared that the curious soul had decided to follow after the trail you had left, and it was apparent that you had stumbled into kitsune territory.