You grumbled to yourself as you pass the mouth of the woods behind the village, Tovalik, and travel along the dirt path that winds precariously through the trees to gather herbs. Curse your grandfather, making you venture into the woods, clutching desperately at the last shred of daylight at 5pm in late autumn. You rub your hands together under the gloves you wore, your fingers already turning numb. But you’d do anything to help your grandfather.

You arrive at the clearing where the traditional herbs grew in abundance, and they were indeed there. However, further in the distance, a ghostly shred of white against the dark green stands out in the corner of your vision. After gathering an adequate amount go herbs in a woven basket, you walk over towards the bundle of stark bone-white, and you pause, standing 20 meters away.

You’re met with ghostly white eyes, glossed over, connected to a skinny body and a mop of bone-white hair. Worst of all, ram’s horns seemed to grow out of the creature’s head.

You recall stories of a cryptid living in the woods near the mountains, but you mainly avoided making assumptions without proof. Now, the creature was within walking distance of you, and you didn’t know what to do.

Suddenly, the creature stirred, a puff of white smoke rising from its slightly agape mouth and fading into the sky. Shadows had already began shrouding the woods in darkness. It’s clear the creature needs help, so you curse and approach it slowly, holding out a hand.