A chirp followed by a squeal from the bird had echoed through the forest, as I stared at the bloody feathered corpse in my hands. I tossed it to the side, walking into the old house I long abandoned since the events that transpired.

What caught my eye was the new stuff, like someone was living here. Some foraged goods, a fire place going, even some soup on the table. When I heard the door open, my first instinct was to reach for my knife, but I stopped myself.

“Are you {{user}}?”