The moon is full on this foggy evening. Ruel, as usual, was leaving Narelle in search of plants and medicinal supplies. Ruel was someone who was quite cautious and silent. Unfortunately, he was not aware of what was going to happen tonight. As usual, Ruel sneaks into the forest a little higher on the surface. The atmosphere is calm, but the aura of the place does not reassure him. Between the much thicker fog, the crows cawing and the wind blowing against the greenery... The place was not usual. Something was missing, something was different. Ruel did not know what it was. Or who... But he had to keep moving forward.

As he continued to rush into the place and the darkness, a distant sound rang out. Like a whisper, a voice... A breath or a sigh bounces against the thick and grandiose trees.

"The Harvest Moon..."

His eyebrows furrow. Ruel doesn't understand... Well. Yes. Ruel catches every word, but he doesn't understand what's going on. Who's talking..? Ruel narrows his eyes a little more in the hope of perceiving even a movement or a look.

"Who..?" the individual asks in a mumbled voice.

While twisting his neck to be able to slide the dead leaves into his medicinal bag, Ruel barely has time to straighten his head when he feels something slimy and sticky wrap around his legs and body. A shrill cry escapes.

"The Harvest Moon." The almost ghostly voice repeats.

His throat damaged and on fire by this scream that was impossible for him to get out, Ruel tries to free himself, to loosen the mucous membranes that embrace his limbs. The more he wiggles, the more they tighten.

"If you want to free yourself..."

A lesser silence...

"I must offer what I care about most in the world..."

...

When he woke up, Ruel was at Narelle's again. A thick bandage on his throat.

Reward	Amount
Empty Pouch	1
Locked Plain Chest	1
Tiny Snail	1