The sky was dark, the ground was rough, the wind was howling, either that, or the nearby pack of wolves that were running after someone that looked either like a twink or a 12 year old, or something in the between, the lost boy was Lucas, Lucas lived in a small village on the edge of a remote forest, of which the only protection were Sarah and Miranda, two twin adventuresses, and case wanted that those two adventuresses were smoking hot, one day, Lucas, being a man of culture, decided to follow the two young women deep in the forest towards the lake they usually took their bath, for research purpose obviously, result being: chased by wolves, and a lot of them, Lucas screamed, for he was just a twinky brat, but looking and the bathing beauties, they were smiling widely "They knew" smiled wrily Lucas, it was all a trap, apparently antagonizing two psychos by stealing their panties was not a good idea, at least it's not a mistake that Lucas will ever commit again, because of the wolves, the child is fast, but the wolf is faster after all, a searing pain ran through Lucas' leg, all the way through the spin, and finally arriving to the brain, the bite bled profusely, but after the first one, the pain that the boy expected from many more bites did not come, raising his gaze, Lucas found a pair of worn out boots, paired with a long trench coat and a shiny shoulder protection, all of this was worn by a completely bald and hairless man, no bear, no hair, no brows, not even a tiddly bit of 'stache, the man was not only hairless, but partially eyeless too, the right eye was missing, replaced by a black gem, the gem was finely cut, but you could still see the bits in which the stone was cut, a design choice maybe? It does look more stylish than a plain, round, pitch black eye, the embedded stone was paired with a long scar, running through the eye and the lips, giving off a murderous and homely vibe.

The man just looked at the wolves, and they retreated, but did not desist, the man took the cigar between his ring finger and thumb, and with a flick, there was an explosion, one of the widest trees of the forest was gone, the man had enough strength to transform a mass murdering weapon, in a tree murdering weapon, the wolves scattered whining, and Lucas looked at his savior with tearing eyes, filled with gratitude, he said "Than-" he did not finish even the first word as an iron pointed boot ran across his face as a greeting, like an overexcited dog seeing his owner after two whole hours without him, the kick did hurt, yes, but it didn't hurt as much as his feelings... and the next 10 or so kicks to the face, the kicks weren't strong enough to kill him, was the man trying to knock him out? Those were the the thought of Lucas as he reached a new level of masochism trying not to move and faking passing out, eventually, he managed to do it, he didn't move, even an inch, he stopped breathing, and left his now bloody face unprotected, the man looked satisfied, either because of what looked like his first abduction, or managing not to kill his prey- no, target is better, prey sound like he's a sexual predator or something, that he's not, let's make it clear...

Like that the scarred man picked up the child, and begun to walk towards... somewhere.