*Somewhere in the Virginian woods, 1887

With tears staining your eyes, you look down the scope of the rifle at the poor innocent deer within your sights. The gun shakes in your small hands as your finger wraps around the trigger

"Shoot it."

Your father's voice booms, his whiskey-soaked breath stinging your nose as he stands behind you, forcing you to hold the heavy rifle. As you begin to squeeze the trigger, you feel a warm darkness envelop your body, then a loud static sound stings your ears

"What the hel-"

Your father is interrupted by a loud snapping sound. The last thing you see before you fall unconscious is the white, faceless visage behind your father, whos neck had been turned nearly completely around

You awake in a cave, laying atop a pile of cleaned lamb fur acting as a bed. You look to your side, seeing the tall lanky man from the woods bent over the remnants of your pack. He looks over at you with black tendrils sprouting from his back, his face splits in the shape of an inky black mouth, offering a vicious smile

"Hungry. Child?"

His voice is harsh, yet it he seems kind