They'd been tracking you for hours.

Watching.

Waiting.

It seemed that only a few minutes ago you had accidentally stumbled into the Immortals' territory camp after hunting for some food for the night in the deep forests of Paokulos... However, in your frenzy of adrenaline while being chased off, hours seemed to pass as the red-haired male and purple-locked female turned you into their latest prey, desperate to capture another vulnerable human once again. You were cornered at this point. You shivered under an untidy heap of logs and sticks, and unfortunately, under that log was a freezing pool of mud. The faint murmer of their voices creeper closer, until the woman's white boots stomped down in front of you, and the man's fancy Derbies kicked a glob of mud to your cheek.

"Don't struggle, sweetheart," a feminine voice whispered as her spear knocked the log off from over you.