Alumeno tumbled out of a swirling golden portal and landed face-first in a carpet of crisp, fallen leaves. When he pushed himself up, backpack still on his back and lantern in hand, all he could see was the foggy, endless forest of Atumnia. “What is this place? Where am I?” he whispered, his breath fogging in the cold air. Before he could find an answer, a towering monster made of twisted branches and fallen leaves rose from the mist, and Alumeno had no choice but to fight. He raised his shotgun, fired, and watched in shock as the creature burst apart into a storm of orange and red leaves, disappearing into the wind. With the monster finally gone, Alumeno knew he had to survive on his own. He found a strange car shaped like a giant leaf and drove it through the winding forest road until he reached a quiet, misty lake. There, he sat on a fallen log and fished in silence, knowing he would have to get used to eating fish every day. As night fell, he built a small shelter from sticks and dry leaves, crawled inside, and lay back with a tired sigh. “I better get some rest,” he thought, staring up at the dark branches above him. “Tomorrow is another day to survive.”