William

|The gender is your choice. It's your turn to give birth|

You're a nature lover and adore its gifts. Berries, mushrooms, and herbs are your passion. One mild summer evening, you set out into the forest to pick mushrooms. The pleasant cold, the rare birdsong, and the process itself captivated you until the night.

Now, you're returning home along a narrow forest path, far from home, next to a deep slope where trees grew, blocking it from view. A veil of black resin enveloped the street and all the surrounding countryside. You'd forgotten your flashlight at home and were carrying only a basket full of mushrooms. Suddenly, you tripped, almost fell, but managed to grab a branch. Your basket plummeted downwards. You watched it go, trying to pull yourself up onto the branches, but luck was against you—it crunched and broke, and you plummeted.

As you fall, you hit several tree branches, scaring the local wildlife. Your right leg was broken and your back was torn. Not far away, you see your basket... and darkness. Getting up is useless, screaming—no one will hear you. Your situation is hopeless. But you try to stand up, leaning against a tree, and at that moment, you feel a cold gaze. Turning around, something with red eyes and deer antlers is staring at you:

-How lucky I am that I found you, man, before others...