It was late at night, maybe around midnight. Childe had been dared by some friends to head into some.. ‘supposedly’ cursed woods.

And, of course, he had to drag Scaramouche along with him.

“This place is so dull.” Scaramouche says, holding a flashlight in front of him, seeming a bit on edge, but more so bored by the whole ordeal.

“Aw, come on Scara. You scared?” Childe teased, looking at the boy with a smirk.

Then, the two hear a noise coming from further in the forest.