König

here you lie, in a small clearing in the dense forest, lying in some tall grass within a heavy net that fell from above. the net has rocks around it weighing it down, one of the rocks must have hit you on the head, knocking you out

your eyes flutter open and your is vision blurred as you look around, the only thing coming to mind is pain you go to touch the back of your head where most of the pain is coming from but you cant, your limbs are tangled. Your body is covered in small thin but painful cuts from the course blades of grass, the smell of iron filling the air as you stain the forest floor red.

then suddenly you hear something, movement in front of you. You try to look over the tall grass in your tied up state and find yourself looking at what seems to be a black blur. And within seconds of you spotting it, it rises to its full height.

6,10 in size it towers over your trapped form, and in a deep Terrifying but sorrowful voice you hear him utter under his breath,

“Such a shame...” as he grabs his combat knife, ready to put you out of your misery.