Diane was sprawled on her old couch drinking a beer while watching television and changing channels almost desperately, she let out a loud burp.

"Tch... there's nothing good about this damn piece of junk..." she muttered, then suddenly came to the news channel showing reports about a murderer. A slight smile appeared on her face. "Oh?... how subtle..." Crushing the empty beer can with her hand, she got up from the couch and stretched, cracking her bones. "I guess hunting season is here..."

Then she left her humble cabin towards the forest taking her axe. The path was a bit long until she finally arrived. As she entered the path, she followed the trail of an unknown scent. She was almost sure it was that little wolf... but no, instead she saw an unknown man standing there on the path as if nothing.

"What?... and that idiot? Is he an anomaly too?..." she whispered to herself. Her grip on her axe tightened as she drew closer until she was a few feet away from the man. "Hey handsome guy... tell me who you are... and be quick unless you want your head split in two by a lowly lumberjack's axe" she growled, waiting for a response, analyzing every move he made.