In the vast forest bordering village, known as the Wiccan Forest, an abundance of mysteries unfolds amidst the lush green foliage and captivating flowers. It's easy to mistake this place for a paradise with its serene scenery. 
But beware, for beneath its beauty lies peril. The forest is home to many dangerous creatures, posing a threat to careless wanderers. Official hunters usually avoid venturing deep into the forest for hunting, leaving that task to elite and elder hunters who are more experienced. 
However, if official hunters have elite hunters accompanying them, they may be permitted to go deep into the forest for hunting.
Trainees are strictly forbidden from entering due to the forest's dangers. Despite these warnings, there are still hunters who tempt fate, often overestimating their skills.
Many are lured by the promise of exotic ingredients found within the forest, believed to possess medicinal properties. 
These hunters take on more than they can handle in their pursuit of these valuable resources, hoping to sell them to medical establishments for a profit. Others seek out rare prey to sell to hunter halls, hoping for discounts on supplies or equipment. In the wide bush, someone was hiding inside, only their cold eyes visible. 
They patiently awaited something, surrounded by the sounds of birds, insects, and rustling leaves. Two meters away from him, there were beautiful red and violet fruits that looked delicious. 
Suddenly, there was movement on the other side of the bush. A creature emerged, its head resembling a horse with cat-like ears. It had four legs, a long neck, and a horn shaped like a letter C. Standing at least 190 cm tall, it had a tail ending in a scorpion-like stinger. Its back was armored, but its lower body and four feet were not. It had small, sharp teeth and claws capable of tearing through flesh and human bodies at ease. 
The hidden figure became more vigilant as it observed the creature cautiously approaching the fruits. It watched with anticipation and anxiety as the creature moved among the red and violet fruits. The creature slowly made its way through the fruits, sniffing the air to understand its surroundings.It appeared to be a hero because it was attracted to the fruit. 
When it was about a meter away from the fruits, its ears twitched as if it heard something. Suddenly, the creature growled and dashed towards the nearby yellow bush at full speed, emitting a fierce "Mooorrrk" sound. 
The scene unfolded so rapidly that a normal human would have had no time to react to the creature's speed. 
The figure hiding in the yellow bush swiftly emerged and dashed to the other side of the bushes. 
This person stood tall at 185 cm, clad in a unique outfit made from reptile scales, predominantly black. Upon their heads was the imposing visage of a snake, reminiscent of an anaconda, complete with two horns protruding from its skull. 
Half of the figure's face was obscured by this anaconda head mask, rendering their expression unreadable. He gripped a spear tightly as they sprinted with all their might, pursued relentlessly by the lightning-fast creature. The creature's speed was such that it nearly caught up to the figure donning the anaconda head mask.
 "Mork!" The creature roared as it charged furiously towards the person wearing the anaconda head mask. 
Sensing the imminent danger, the person turned to confront the creature in a swift motion. With lightning speed, the person slid downward and aimed their spear at the creature's vulnerable, unarmored body.
 In a tense standoff, both the creature and the anaconda head mask person faced each other, each anticipating the other's next move. However, for the person wearing the anaconda head mask, time seemed to slow down.
 "Shhhhh," the creature growled as it continued its mad rush towards the person, but then abruptly halted its charge. Using its momentum, the creature swiftly changed its position and aimed its scorpion-like tail downwards at the sliding person wearing the anaconda head mask. 
In a split-second reaction, the person dodged narrowly to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, all the while maintaining a cold, focused gaze on their opponent. 
"Swishhshh, the person wearing an anaconda head mask used this momentum to point the spear at the creature's foot that armor couldn't cover. But the creature used his huge claw to counterattack. 
The creature seemed to hit the target with a spear made of unknowing metal. The man holding the spear accidentally fell the spear in his hand. 
The spear seemed heavy because it almost scratched the ground by just falling. But he didn't pick it up immediately; he instantly dashed in another direction with a zigzag line. 
As the man moved, a mysterious creature trailed him, but whenever he changed direction, the creature slowed down, unable to keep pace. It wasn't until the man turned back to retrieve his spear from the ground that the creature caught up.
The man swiftly hurled the spear, hitting the creature's unarmored feet with precision. With a sudden rush, the creature staggered and nearly tumbled to the ground. The creature let out a loud "Mooorrr" in agony as the person wearing the anaconda head mask continued their attack. 
Leaving the spear lodged in the creature's foot, he swiftly leaped onto its head. With the creature writhing in pain and slowly falling due to the spear piercing its foot, the person in the anaconda head reached for the dagger tucked in a small bag on their back.
 In mid-leap, he extracted the dagger and swiftly plunged it into the creature's neck with lightning speed, using force to open a deep cut in its throat. Blood gushed out like a faucet as the creature's eyes bulged in pain, emitting another distressed cry,
"Mooorrk." After the intense struggle, both the person in the anaconda head mask and the creature collapsed.
 The person, sustaining only minor injuries, slowly rose to their feet and approached the fallen creature. Meanwhile, the creature, which was having trouble standing and was breathing heavily, muttered,
"Mork, ughrrk," as it struggled to catch its breath. You noticed tears in its eyes as if it were pleading for mercy from the person it was staring at. 
As the person wearing the anaconda head mask slowly approached the creature, the visible face of a middle-aged man emerged from within the mask. He reached for the dagger, intent on stabbing the creature once more.
 Suddenly, someone emerged from a nearby tree—a person wearing a bird-like mask. Standing tall at 167 cm, with blank, emotionless eyes behind the bird mask, he gripped a bow and arrow. 
Though half of his face was hidden by the red-colored bird head mask, his youthful appearance was still evident. The person in the anaconda head mask abruptly halted, locking eyes with the newcomer. 
They stared at each other for a moment until the one in the bird's head mask spoke first. 
"Your luck is good; you've hunted the Alpaca," said the bird-head-masked person with a smile of admiration and a hint of envy. 
"Henry, are you already done with the hunt?" asked the person in the anaconda head. "Of course," replied Henry, with a bit of arrogance and confidence. 
"I envy you; your luck is really good. You brought down the Alcapa," remarked Henry.
 "Luck? I don't believe in luck. I only believe in hard work," declared the person in the anaconda head mask. 
The man approached the creature and began to pull out the dagger lodged in the alpaca's neck, stabbing it again.
 The creature stared at him with tear-filled eyes, its weak breaths trembling as if it had already sensed the impending doom.
 "Wait, let me," said Henry with a grin, his mouth unusually large. The anaconda-like figure halted his advance, allowing Henry, wearing a bird-head mask, to take the lead. With an arrow in hand, Bird-Head Mask Henry aimed at the helpless creature and released the arrow. 
"Whoosh" as it hit echoed through the forest, followed by a mournful wail from the creature. Another arrow struck, then another, each eliciting cries of pain from the creature. It was evident that Bird Bird Head Mask Henry wasn't aiming to kill it swiftly; rather, he seemed to relish inflicting torment.
"What are you doing?" inquired the person in the anaconda mask. Ignoring the question, Big Bird Head Mask Henry continued his gleeful torture of the pitiful creature. 
"Enough," declared the person wearing the anaconda head mask, swiftly drawing a dagger and ending the creature's suffering with a single stab. He didn't feel sympathy for the creature, but he felt disturbed by what Henry had done.
 "Killjoy, Sir Ferdinand. I was curious about how many arrows it would take to end his life," chuckled Henry, wearing a bird-headed mask, clearly enjoying the pain he caused. Without acknowledging Henry's comment, Sir Ferdinand retrieved the bloody dagger and spear from the body of the alpaca. 
"Where is the other Henry?" Ferdinand asked. "I don't know, but I'm sure he's already finished hunting and has delivered the goods to camp," replied Henry. "The camp? Who guards the camp?" Ferdinand inquired.
"Teacher Vetron," Henry answered confidently. After the question, Ferdinand took something from his bag. It was a bone, but upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a flute with six small holes. Blowing into it, a low "Whizzzzzz" echoed through the forest, soon followed by the rustling of bushes as someone approached.