William slowly walked toward the river. He needed water to drink, and a place to think about what to do next. But things didn't always go his way. He crouched near the water and drank. At first, nothing happened, and he felt safe, but then, a hand burst from the water and grabbed his arm.
"What the fuck?"
Startled by the sudden appearance of the hand, William used all his strength to break free. The hand had a powerful grip, and his forearm hurt, but William didn't give up. He drew his sword with his other hand and slashed at the mysterious hand. It worked.
The hand let go, and William was finally free. But what was that hand? He couldn't understand what had tried to pull him into the water.
"Do you know what monster that could be?" William asked the demonic sword.
"No idea, but it can't be good. Stay away from the water for now," the sword advised.
"You don't need to tell me that."
