I stayed there, trying to see if there was anything that could help me find someone else, but nothing. It was just an empty valley full of grass. The moon was still in the sky. The spot where I got out is higher than the valley, so I can see a long distance. I think about my current state.

"Who am I?"

The first question comes to mind. I cannot remember anything besides the moment I woke up in the forest. I don't know who I am, where I am, or anything else. The journey has taken a toll on me. I feel weak, and it seems like it took a lot of energy just to get here. I can't keep my eyes open anymore, and I fall asleep.

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping. The moon is long gone, and in its place, the sun is slowly rising. It must be around 8:00 in the morning. My stomach growls. It seems I'm hungry.

"Where are those freaking birds?!"

A couple of birds circle the trees near the forest. I see one land right in front of me. I slowly look at it as it watches me with its small eye. I inch closer, and when I'm about 50 centimeters away, I lunge at it with my bare hands.

"Of course, I can't catch it. I'm no hunter."

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The bird flies away just as I lunge, leaving me with nothing but dust. My stomach doesn't let me dwell on it too much. I'm hungry, and the birds are still around. I start to think. I'm not fast enough to catch them with my bare hands. I don't have anything to set up a trap. What can I do? Then it hits me—or rather, it will hit them! I have the pebbles I picked up in the forest. If I throw them fast enough, I can catch my breakfast. Even if I miss, there are countless other pebbles I can pick up and throw after them. Perfect.

Two hours later, my stomach was seriously trying to kill me. Again and again, I must have thrown pebbles at least 50 times, but I wasn't fast enough. All I got was fatigue. There must be another way. I calm myself down and start to think about my situation. I'm in the middle of nowhere, near a creepy forest. There's no one to help me, and I don't know anything about how I got here. Oh yeah, and to top it off, I don't even know who I am, and I'm so hungry I think I'm going to die. Alright. Nothing has changed since I got here, so there's no need to despair. I just need to keep trying. I need some kind of progress, so I decide to think of a name for myself. I think and think, and then it comes to me.

"My name is Larrios."

This will be my name until I can remember more about myself. Right at that moment, something strange happens. A window pops up in front of me, and my name is displayed:

Character Name - Larrios

Gender - Male

Age - 18 Years

Inventory

A handful of pebbles → Useful for a variety of activities, currently for hunting.

Rags → I'm sure "no one" will miss them.