Alongside the river rests the camp of the Fluman gang. Hard times had fallen upon its members. Their previous leader had just passed suddenly, leaving the gang in a state of mourning.

The new leader sat in the leader’s tent. His head in his hands as he mourned the loss of his partner. Following the death of their previous leader, he had been declared as the gang’s new lead. This unexpected power was overwhelming and left him reeling with emotions. He had so many new responsibilities to fulfill.

The spot of deputy was luckily filled by a loyal member who was proudly nicknamed Beast. He graciously took the role and filled the new leader’s previous position with great pride.

Outside the leader’s tent stood a tall but lean member of the gang. His name was Araxis and he had been deemed the leader’s guard dog all his life. He was known for his undying loyalty and devotion to every leader the gang had seen in the past.

The rain fell down gently as the clouds grew darker. Fitting for a day of grief.

Araxis tried to shake off the droplets but it was no use. The rain began pouring. Leaving poor Araxis soaked. He knew he couldn’t abandon his post despite his wishes. His hair and his clothes stuck to his skin as they grew heavy with rain water.

Araxis huffed loudly, hoping the new leader would hear his frustrations and allow him to seek out dry ground. But to his lack of knowledge, he didn’t know just how bad the previous leader’s death had hit the man inside the tent.