The pask few weeks have been heavy. There's something wrong. You might not know what, but something is going on. Weird glances, heavy air, tension. Protection is key. However, you can't keep it up forever. And at that exact moment, you blinked and woke up in your mind.

The cold, wet leaves bring you into a state of awakening. As your eyes flutter open, you on instinct look around. You have different clothes from your previous state of conscion. But in the spec of a thought, it's quite obvious as to what's going on. You're being hunted. Hunted for sport.