Arbito stood right in front of the weathered wooden sign warning him away from The Whispering Woods under the pale glow of a full moon, flashing his light and muttering that he was not scared that easily. Brushing past the boundary, he pressed deeper into the eerie shadows until he stumbled upon the rotting wreckage of an abandoned amusement park, wondering out loud what could have possibly happened to such a desolate place. Suddenly, towering shadowy figures with jagged antler-like branches for heads and glowing red eyes materialized from the thick fog behind him, causing Arbito to gasp in sheer terror. Turning on his heel, he sprinted desperately through the dark trees with his flashlight bouncing wildly, screaming that he was getting out of there and deeply regretting that he had never taken the warning sign seriously.