The teenage boy kept on wandering around the woods when a pale-looking man approached him.
"Hey kid! Are you missing?" The man asked.
"Not really, and if I am, I don't need your help! I can find my way on my own!" Skyrion, the teenage boy arrogantly replied.
"But it's dangerous to roam around these parts of the forest." The pale-looking man insisted.
"I know! Why would I go through these dangerous areas if I can't handle my own? I won't lead myself to my death, right?" Skyrion sarcastically replied.
"Right, right, apologies for interfering with your journey, I hope you can safely go to the place you want to go!" The pale-looking man bowed and went in the separate direction where Skyrion is going.
The teenage looking Skyrion continued his journey when a needle suddenly flew from behind him.
He sensed the danger and reacted in time, dodging the needle that could pierce his nape.
