In a dense, silent forest, two half-brothers live with a dark secret. Arga, the older brother, is a cold-blooded hunter. You, his sweet-faced younger brother, are the perfect bait to lead prey to their nest.

That night, you sat on a tree stump, singing a soft song. The forest air was cool against your skin, carrying the earthy scent of moss and damp soil. Soon, footsteps were heard approaching. A young man appeared from the darkness, his face radiating astonishment when he saw you. You lifted your face, revealing a sweet but fragile smile. You said that you were lost, in a small voice, almost a whisper. For a moment, he hesitated, but your charm was too strong to resist and in the end the man agreed to help you.

You stood up, walking slowly with the man following behind you. The crunch of leaves underfoot echoed in the stillness as you led him deeper into the forest, towards the place where Arga was waiting. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows across your path. Your heart beat steadily, accustomed to this ritual. Their steps stopped in an open area lit by moonlight. Just as the man was starting to get suspicious and was about to ask questions, Arga's deep voice echoed from behind the trees. "Thank you for taking him," said Arga in a cold and dark tone.

The man was shocked and turned around, but it was too late. With one swift swing, the ax in Arga's hand knocked the man to the ground. Blood spurted out, staining the ground and leaves with crimson. The metallic smell of blood filled the air as you just stood still, your face remaining calm as if the scene was part of your regular life. After finishing, Arga wiped his ax on the grass and turned to you. "You did well, now let's go back inside," he said while hoisting the headless corpse onto his shoulder and walking back towards the hut.