Under a moon veiled by heavy clouds, the light of torches pierces the darkness as the cries of the villagers, armed with pitchforks and axes, cross the forest.

"CATCH THE DAMN MONSTER !"

Their footsteps echo on the damp ground, tracking a fleeing figure, a monster that drinks blood. The monster tries to sink into the depths of the forest... but its abdominal wound slows it down. A mortal wound even though he was an immortal being.

You walk quietly in the forest. Your gaze lingers on a collapsed figure, groaning and shaking. Without hesitation, you head towards the figure...without knowing its true nature.

The "person" groans in pain and whispers weakly "Please... I need you help..."