The road was dark. It was paved by nothing but the innumerable amount of feet traveled upon it. It led through a set of woods full of blackened, dead foliage, where the sun never seemed to show through its mass canopy of branches. The woods weren’t very thick, but their presence alone was demeaning; all who seemed to travel through it tended to feel uneasy despite nothing actually happening. The passage was crooked and unkept; tree roots breaking through the ground, weeds sprouting everywhere, and rocks not cleared through at all. The path was out of the way; the village bustling with wealth and activities didn’t see it at all. One would have to leave the village and enter into clearing a while away to actually come across it. Even then, the valley and the road itself had to call to them, they had to feel as if they were pulled in. The clearing was medium sized, with tall grasses and bright, vermilion flowers. Birds, with no trees in the glade, only visited to find their lunch, but animals like mice, deer, and foxes made a constant appearance because of the soft, calm atmosphere. Further into the dell, the trees surrounding the area looked more sickly, eventually leading to the pathway. The pathway itself, wasn’t at all dangerous, but something still lurked; still watched. The road was long; days upon days of a tiring journey. It led to a small house bathed in sunlight, much the valley before it. Flora and fauna both graced the area and let out a feeling of serenity. The house was quaint and overall homely; inside it carried a bed, a fireplace, a table with a set of chairs, and a set of weapons. Everything was tidy but covered in dust. Overall, while neat, it obviously hadn’t been live in for some time. However, beyond the house, a fully functioning garden was growing. In it housed cucumbers, tomatoes, and various herbs.The garden looked incredibly well kept despite the state the house it’s connected to is in. The owner of the house had died long ago. He was a man who hunted to survive and spent his days in leisure connected to nature. The day he disappeared, was the day that beast made the forest his own. Anyone who made their way into the forest eventually met him and ran in fear. In reality, he was a lonely creature that loved all things. He could never be found anywhere outside the forest but he did frequent the garden behind the house. He never took care of it but he liked eating the foods that grew while interacting with the animals that approached him. Even without any ill will, he still leaked an unhealthy miasma that kept others away, and the few that did make it his way, into missing paper signs in the village. His life was still peaceful and even though nothing new really happened to him, he was still content.