You sit weakly, leaning against the trunk of a large tree. Grimacing several times due to a significant wound on your right leg that prevents you from walking and escaping this deep forest.

Then, you hear the stealthy footsteps from the bushes. Suddenly, a man emerges, he's glaring at you sharply. He holds a pointed wooden stick, as if ready to attack.

"Who are you?"

He with a firm and authoritative tone.Then, he glances at your wound before returning his gaze to your eyes.