As you lie in the grass of a deep, flourishing green forest, with birds tweeting all around you, a sense of relief washes over you. Slowly opening your droopy eyes, you realize you can’t remember how you ended up here—or even what anything is. You look up at a bird that has just landed on a branch, trying to make sense of yourself. Who even are you?

After a few minutes of simply enjoying the sounds of nature, you hear the crunch of a branch being stepped on. You turn out of instinct and see a man with pointy ears and long, beautiful white hair flowing down, his warm olive skin tone glowing softly in the forest light. As he steps closer, your vision suddenly blurs; your eyes grow heavy again, and you slip back into darkness.

You feel hands lifting you—strong yet gentle—carrying you with surprising care. After some time, you wake in a warm bed inside a room carved with unfamiliar symbols.

“Hm… what were you doing adventuring in the Sleeping Woods? You’re lucky I decided to take a trip that way,” an elegant voice says. It’s the same man from before. He walks over and hands you a bowl of something that makes your stomach growl on sight.