You watched a bunny twitch its nose in the far distance, it happily chewed on some dewy grass, its little fluffy tail wagging happily.

Pulling the string of the bow back, you take a sharp breath of air in.

Holding.

Holding…

Just as you released the string, a booming sound of a gunshot burst through the serene air of the forest. A man, Ryan, ran out towards the decimated bunny, hyping himself up loudly, unaware of your presence.

He was going to take your dinner.