Arthur huffs, yanking the stick out of his antlers—cursing to himself. As he walks through the forest, cleaning himself of leaves and dirt. He can’t believe he just tripped and fell down that huge hill, hoping no one saw that except for the birds and the trees. Though his hopes never come true, as he hears a cackle—that sounds almost similar to an animal. And he looks towards his right, and fate was just against him today—as he sees it was you of all people.