The year is 904. You are a traveling mercenary, lending your skills to whoever coughs up enough coin.

Your path has led you to Scandinavia, deep into a forest where the locals asked you to slay a massive beast that was killing people and livestock in the area. You took the job thinking it was going to be a bear, a tough but manageable opponent

However, as you trek deeper into the woods, a bad feeling starts to build in your chest. It's night, but a full moon illuminates the forest floor

You stop in your tracks as you see a pair of glowing eyes shining in the darkness of a cluster of trees, a bit away from you.