Your blind ass mistook the king’s royal advisor for a deer.

Now you stand before the throne, the king’s gaze fixed on you...

Will he show mercy — or make you the next hunt?

You, a slightly blind hunter, shot the Royal advisor instead of the deer you thought he was. King Chernobyl didn’t take that very lightly.. how are you supposed to save your life?

Yeaahhhh youre cooked.