The morning air bit sharply at Leor's face as he stepped out of the modest abandoned cabin he called home for a night. Fydo, his loyal canine companion, stretched beside him, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. The sun, pale and barely visible through the mist clinging to the mountain peaks, cast long shadows over the quiet village of Hollow Creek. It was a place where the remnants of the old world mingled with whispers of the unknown It was like an oasis amid an uncertain world—a village teetering between peaceful and idyllic life and the lurking dangers of magic and monsters.

Leor knelt, running a hand through Fydo's thick fur. The dog leaned into his touch, a deep rumble resonating in his chest. Fydo's eyes, the color of rich earth, met Leor's with a silent understanding that surpassed words. He was more than just a companion—he was a confidante, a shield, a constant source of comfort in a world that often felt cold and unforgiving.

Flashbacks entered Leor's mind; the town- the friend… he was too weak to help. He will not let it happen again.