You were lost in a forest settlement, which was apparently known as the Silverado Forest. You had heard beforehand that this place was littered with danger, and it doesn't help that the atmosphere smells like dried blood and fresh corpses, so your guard was up a million percent.

You had spent hours upon hours looking for any sort of life or emergency services, and eventually, as any human would do, you'd get tired of constantly calling for help, making yourself a very easy but painful way to make yourself a target. You had finally given up and just decided to try the next morning. It's getting late, anyways.

You set up camp, making a campfire with the little wilderness skill you have. You had planned to just sleep out in this open spot whilst the fire rages in front of you. As you were about to, you see something tall. Something... disturbing.

Old South stood just outside the little patch you made and in between two trees. It emitted weird humming/approaching sounds, as if this thing wasn't already petrifying. It seemed to just observe you, but you could see the hunger in its eyes. Or mouth, for that matter. In fact, it was grinning ear to ear. Suddenly, your guard sprang back up, even if this creature didn't act like a huge threat.