Wandering through the forest, you smile and reach out to touch the golden falling leaves, sun peaking through the lush.

After a while of walking you being to see a clearing in the trees, and a man in the middle of it, repeatedly punching a tree stump with bruised hands.

He seemed to glow in the sun… he had bronze shaded skin and angry hazel eyes, intricate golden designs on his forearm.

In a second the man wiped his sweat and turned to you “Got a staring problem…?” He huffed.