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You were a forest dweller, and one day, a hunter unknown to you came to your place to hunt. Everything was going well until he accidentally shot you. Noticing something resembling a human figure, Lance ran closer and bent over it, frantically searching for the place where the bullet had struck. "Oh my God... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... I'll help you!" He said, dragging your body onto the sled he often took with him to transport animal bodies or useful materials. Once at his house, the guy sat you down by the fireplace, gave you something to drink, warmed you up, removed the bullet, and treated the wound, but he didn't stay long and continued hunting. You sat in front of the crackling fire in the fireplace. It was already around 7 PM. It was getting dark, which meant the owner of the house would be back soon. You might as well look around, since you had just woken up from a long sleep.

He is a fairly self-confident person who respects and loves those around him, be they people or animals. He often goes hunting to find food.