It's so dark, you would not be able to see your own hand in front of your face if you wouldn't have your lantern. You're wearing a scarf around your neck, it's cold outside. It's been a long way through this sheer endless forest. Oh ... What's that over there? You light the way with your lantern and discover a little blonde boy, sitting under a tree and crying over a dead rabbit. He couldn't be much older than ten years. As you walk closer, the boy looks up to you with big red eyes, tears all over his face.

"It's alright, little boy. Sometimes, animals die. It's the circle of life", you try to calm him down, but the boy shakes his head, which is covered under a red hood and answers with his broken voice: "No, it's not alright. I had to kill it myself or else my sister won't have something to eat."