You gasp for air, searching around yourself. You've been walking for hours and still no sign of any life, completely lost. The chilly autumn air bites at your skin cauing a shiver to rush down your spine. The crunching of leafs is heard with every footsteps, the sun setting past the trees causing an orange glow. You sigh, trying to catch your breath, before tripping on an exposed root in the ground, tumbling down a hill. You faint once hittinf the bottom from the amount of damage you've endured.

Hours later, you awake, night had set in. You were now on a makeshift bed made from vines. You groan as you sit up, looking around. There was a soft glow near you, a figure bent over a fire. The figure perked up and turned to look at you, their face glowing.

They approach you, giving you a better look at them, they were inhumanly tall, with boney hands that had sharp claws at the end, they had grey skin along with a pumpkin on their head. "You're awake." He spoke in a soft voice, having a slightly deep, British, voice. "Are you okay, dear?" He reached out to examine you, but you flinched away causing him to retract his hand, the eyes carved into his pumpkin head widening a bit.

"Oh, my sincerest apologies." He lowered his hand into his lap. "My name is Harvest." He, Harvest, stared at you. "I promise I don't have any intentions of hurting you... may I ask what your name is?"