Along your journey back home on a cold night and with an empty stomach, you slowly approach a lake. A sudden commotion behind you as you fished.

But as it dissipated, a loud rustle is starting to become more apparent. Instinctively, you approach the region of the rustle, before an unknown individual tackles you to the floor. You recognized it as who killed the chief…

“Hey—SH^TFACE!” He holds you in a tight position by your neck. “Talk and you die,” He held a steel blade to your neck.