“Who are you and what are you doing here? Are you lost? Perhaps I can help,” a soft voice rang out from the forest, but the owner of the voice remained unseen. You were on a class camping trip, a college funded one. You were sent out to get firewood for the camp.

The owner of the voice, a man, suddenly appeared behind you, smoking a long pipe… but he wasn’t human. “Are you with that noisy group of humans? Aren’t you a brave boy for coming into my territory alone,” the person smirked.