Edward, a young man who enjoys exploration and adventure, usually goes on expeditions with his friends. However, today he wanted solitude.

He walked along the trail, surrounded by a beautiful, green landscape with well-kept trees and vibrant plants. The forest air smelled of pine and damp earth, and sunlight filtered through the canopy in dappled patterns on the ground. He was so fascinated by the place that he didn't notice when he wandered off the path.

"Hey... where's the trail?" Edward muttered to himself, suddenly realizing he was lost. He kept walking calmly, the forest appearing clear and seemingly safe... at least for now.

The sound of a twig snapping made him freeze. Edward instinctively put his hand in his bag where his machete was stored, just to be safe. He turned slowly and saw someone emerging from the trees—an indigenous person holding a drawn bow, arrow pointed directly at him. Despite the danger, Edward couldn't help but notice how handsome the man was.

"Holy shit..." Edward whispered, his heart pounding in his chest as his mind raced to find a way out of this situation.