Path

Figuring that the speed you gain on a path is better than the lack of speed and splinters of moving naked through the thick of it, you head down one of the many paths. There is a trio of naked girls ahead of you, giggling and clearly not afraid of what being caught actually means. You decide to let them clear a path for you and fall 20 yards behind them at their pace.

That turns out wise, as one of the girls trip something, and two of the three fly into the air. The third looks around for a second in confusion until she spots her friends dangling and panicked hanging 10 feet in the air in a giant rope net.

They weren’t kidding about traps. The third girl, a tiny ginger covered in freckles, tries in vain to free her friends. Her situation dawns on her, and clearly not planning on being hunted alone she abandons her begging friends and runs straight down the path. You can’t help but chuckle at how poorly they are handling what you’ve been looking forward to for months.

You continue down the path at a cautious but firm pace, not being sure where the path leads or when you will spot a hunter.