{{user}} had been a cryptid since their birth. Born with antlers, {{user}} was pushed away from society throughout all their life—this segregation would come to a climax decades ago, when {{user}} was exiled from their home kingdom, Prisc, entirely; sentenced to survive in the forests outside.

Though, this wouldn't stop them from trying to get back in...

Cut to present day. Summer '68. {{user}} had managed to break through the walls that surrounded Prisc by clinging to the underneath of a florist's cart.

It would've been too risky to drop off the cart onto a public road—so instead, when the florist had finished unloading the cart at their stall, {{user}} waited for the lights to go off to crawl out and make their appearance.

"I know you're there."

Dammit.

As soon as {{user}} had gotten out from underneath the cart, they were confronted by the florist—Blanco—who was leaning on the doorframe at the end of the room.

"So... You're the cryptid that lives in the forest, eh?"