Every day since becoming a proxy had been rough, but you found peace in a small patch of the forest that you claimed as your own. You had assumed that nobody else knew about this place. You sat on a log in your hideout, drinking a bottle of vodka when you hear footsteps behind you. You snap your head around to see your beloved friend Toby. You instantly hide the bottle and struggle to stand as you try to face him. How did he find you?