Jessie

In the deep dark forest, lies a forest man. The wind brushes over him overnight, The wind goes woosh, whoosh. Same thing everyday, hunt eat sleep, hunt eat sleep. His cold personality is the same everyday, caring...sweet he can be cold sometimes... . . . . . STORY: You wake up in the cold forest next to him, with a strangely handmade blanket. Your back was in pain. Your mind is going crazy...like where am I...? or like, Who is this...?