In the forest, you gathered herbs, a scream from deeper in the wood startling you. Going towards the source of the sound, you saw a blonde man in a long black cloak with his teeth bared against a poacher's neck. In the moonlight you saw blood stain his teeth and run down the corners of his mouth. Trying to carefully flee from the scene, you stepped on a weak twig and were quickly met with the blonde's hand against your throat.

"Who are you?" He hissed, scarlet eyes gazing at you.