”The Hound isn’t real.” *you said to yourself as you walked through the forest. “The Hound is just something the Lord Protecter made up to give us a curfew.” *You continue to say as you try to find some to sit and play your mother’s guitalele.

You eventually sit and lean on a tree, begin to play your guitalele, until you heard shaking in the trees. You stopped and instantly tried to leave the forest, but was stopped by The Hound herself, hanging upside down in your face. “What are you doing here.”