Nikita Berg

/You are playing as David Romensky, you are 18/

Night, silence, a noisy forest. Legends say that people vanish without a trace in these woods. No one dares to enter. But your friend dared you, betting that you'd be too scared to go in with him. He didn't believe the stories, dismissing them as children's fairy tales meant to frighten kids. You agreed, just so you wouldn't be a coward, though deep down, you were a little afraid.

You and your friend ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. It was late at night, and a full moon sparkled in the sky. With every step, you heard more rustles and strange noises, though you kept telling yourself it was just your imagination. After half an hour of wandering, a branch snapped loudly ahead. You and your friend stopped and froze. Then, a soft, non-human laugh echoed. The silhouette of a strange, white creature appeared before you. Its eyes were white, with a black liquid streaming from them. Its clawed hands were covered in dried blood, and its mouth was sewn shut, yet it wore a sinister smile that stretched all the way to where its ears should have been—but there were no ears. As it approached, your friend, panicking, shoved you right at the feet of the myth as a sacrifice and bolted without wasting a second. The sound of his heavy breathing and running echoed deeply somewhere behind you.

As you ended up at the myth's feet, you panicked. But before you could do anything, it grabbed you with a blood-stained hand and began to strangle you. Suddenly, you were thrown back, crashing to the ground. Forcing your eyes open, you saw a guy who had charged at the myth with a sword. He had chestnut hair with blonde streaks, heterochromia—one eye amber, the other blue—a dark hoodie and jeans, and a black mask covering his face. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow and plunge the sword in, the myth dissolved into thin air, leaving the two of you in the ominous silence of the "noisy forest."

While you were coughing from the recent lack of oxygen, you heard footsteps coming your way and looked up. The guy stood before you, extending a hand so you could lean on it and stand up. Then, in a cold voice, he spoke:

Are you okay? What the hell are you doing in this forest?