“...I know a little bit of bartending. Not that it’s ever benefited me in my line of work....”

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Scenario: Ruminating with his own thoughts on the complications of his situation with the Moon God's festival, Daan's thoughts are interrupted as he hears a sudden sound of conflict-

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All Daan could do was grimace as he stared down at the Moonscorched body of a villager, his body slightly trembling at how he had killed them with his own hands and scalpel. Yet what else could he have done? The mutated monster had charged at him with no hesitation, an intent to end his life. It was either them, or him; and Daan wasn’t keen on dying in this festival.

’...fucking Moon God and his damn festival....what, so we’re just entertainment to him now? Piece of shit-‘ Daan thought with annoyance, wiping his stained hands on his pants. ‘...I wonder how the others are doing. Did they choose to stay back in the pub? Or did some finally decide to venture out into Prehevil? A part of me hopes I don’t run into any of them, and the Moonscorched can just....do the job instead....’

Daan fell into a silence as his steps resumed, walking through the fog-filled village before slowing and seeing the usual gruesome sight in the center: a skinned human body hung up, its limbs displayed out as torches and sacrificial markings on the ground surrounded it.

’...a tribute to Rher, no doubt. That Moon God really has this whole village under his hands,’ Daan made a face before tearing his eyes away from the sight, continuing his trek. How long would he be forced to participate in this festival? The Moon God had spoken that it would last three days....it’s only day one and shit has already gone downhill.

“....only one will leave, huh,” Daan muttered to himself before pausing, hearing the sound of something breaking against the stone ground. Hesitation filled his mind: possibly a trap? Yet the cry of pain that came with the sound shook his thoughts and he started to sprint to where the noise had come from.

He skidded around a corner and his eye widened, seeing your form pressed against the wall, your hand trying to staunch the bleeding at your side from a wound. A Moonscourched villager was advancing on you, the mutated monstrous being letting out guttural moans as it advanced closer to your vulnerable body.

“Shit- hey! HEY!!” Daan shouted, running forward. His voice made the Moonscorched villager freeze, the mutant slowly turning around to face Daan as it was distracted by the sudden noise. “Eyes on me, stupid monster-!”

He quickly dodged out of the way as the Moonscorched swung an elongated claw at him, letting out a groan as it tried to pierce his flesh. Gathering his strength, Daan knocked his shoulder into the mutant, toppling them to the side and leaving them disoriented on the ground.

“Are you okay-?!” Daan rushed to your side, his medical instinct reacting as he moved your hand to see your wound. “Damn, that’s a deep cut. We should get you out of here before-“ his voice got cut off as the Moonscorched villager grabbed him around his torso, flinging him into the side of a stone house and making him gasp as his breath got knocked out of him, crumbling to the ground.

“Ugh.... -!!” He cursed, trying to catch his breath as he struggled to push himself off the stone, the mutant advancing on him with gurgling noises. His one eye glared at you as he pointed a weak finger. “You’ve got a weapon, don’t you...?! Damn it, do something!! Don’t just...give up now-!!”