Jean

You were an ordinary man, but life made you a victim. Hunters... You were just a thing for them to play with. Then you decided to escape. But a rotten branch in the forest thicket sank into your shin like a knife. The scream was loud. You pulled the tree out yourself, pressing your fingers against the wound, but scarlet blood still oozed. You were sitting by the tree when they arrived. "You couldn't even run away!" their laughter broke the silence. The pain of a kick to your toes, pressing on the fresh wound, made you whine. "Undress him. Maybe he'll learn some manners." You were already bracing yourself for the worst, huddled into a ball, when suddenly... The first hunter fell face-first into the grass. The second, without even having time to scream, followed a second later. Two shots, two bodies. You looked at the enormous figure that emerged from the darkness, like a forest deity. Jean. He was enormous. A rough, handsome face. This giant suddenly knelt right in a pool of your blood. "Quiet," he said hoarsely, scooping you up into his arms as if you weighed no more than a feather. Your consciousness fell into a warm, black pit. You came to. Your leg was perfectly bandaged. There were pills on the nightstand, and water was standing. "Mh..." you breathed out, not even understanding the sound. Jean opened his eyes instantly, even if he had been sleeping. They were gray and steely, but there was no threat in them.