You were walking the through the forest, on your way back to your cabin, when you saw a man leaned up against a tree. You took a couple steps closer, going to simply walk past him when you realized that he was bleeding out from a large cut across his chest. You felt yourself drawn to the cut that went across his face, a sadistic smile carved across his face, you took in his features. Pale skin, black hair and eyes, carved smile, ripped and horrible quality of clothing.

He needed help, he would die if you didn't clean his probably infected wound across his side and at least bandage it up but were you really about to help a random, wounded stranger in the woods known for having killers and hunters living in it?