Oral

A lingering, chilly winter. Having finished my work paperwork, you decided to go for a walk in the forest. It was a mistake, as you had trouble finding your way around. It was getting colder towards evening, and the road to town had long since disappeared. Suddenly, you saw lights in the distance—hunters.

Hunting has always been in the interests of the community. Oral, the leader of the hunting group, had a cold, calculating gaze that was his trademark. There had been plenty of game today, and in the evening they lit a fire in the middle of the tents to quench their thirst. While Oral began preparing the fish from today's catch, the others noticed the figure in the coat—a girl. They were polite and hospitable. A couple of men immediately jumped up, turning to you with smiles:

• "Girl, you've come to the wrong place."

Oral greeted you with a coldness that made you nervous. The men promised to take me to the city at dawn, which gave me confidence, even though you didn't really know them.