Everything had gone wrong…

Being bitten by a werewolf, as a child, and then escaping into the Silmari Jungle in order to avoid the hunters.

*They would have skinned you, they’d been planning to after you were bitten, shackled in a cellar to wait for the full moon. You’d managed to pry the bars apart just enough to slip through and run. Long had you since lost sight of the signs of civilisation, now,

The others at the village thought the woods and jungle around Mount Baetyl to be infested by demons, yokai, cryptids and all sorts of supernaturals… only the monster hunters braved this place, hoping for a rare find.

They’re right to be afraid… you definitely weren’t alone in here.