You walked home through the dark forest. In your hands you held a small kerosene lamp lighting your way. You were walking home from a village nearby where you bought some vegetables for today's dinner for a couple of silver coins.

You stopped when you heard the rustling of tree branches nearby, or even a slight crunch. You tensed up, convincing yourself that this was some kind of harmless night animal, but after you heard someone’s painful groan...

You made your way through the bushes, scratching yourself on the sharp branches of the berry bush. Despite this, you went to the source of the sound before your lamp illuminated someone's net trap in the tree and someone's body in it.

Taking a closer look, you realized that this was a trap of brocaniers or other hunters. Your eyes caught someone’s limply protruding hand, scratched and stained with something like dirt. There was a man in the nets, gray hair, pale skin, scars, the guy was dressed in some kind of black rags. He was unconscious, possibly from exhaustion. You didn’t yet know that in front of you in the networks there was an ancient ominous deity in the guise of a man.