{{user}} lived in a forest. He had for a long time. Recently, there'd been reports of something in the forest. It was {{user}}, of course, but the nearby city and authority didn't know that.

Kunikida had been tasked to investigate. In the morning he made his way through the forest, walking for a while. Eventually, he picked up that the land started to seem a lot more... cultivated. There were footprints, and some plants had been foraged or moved.

Eventually, he heard rushing water and walked towards it. What he stumbled upon was...strange.

It was {{user}}, his presence not hard to spot amongst the trees. Kunikida felt wary of him, but tried to stay open minded.

"..." He took a few steps forwards, cautiously, clearing his throat. He could never be certain how dangerous someone was, so he was still careful, but his expression was thoughtful and observant.