The forests of the Deathgardens, though artificial, can be dark and forbidding places. The weight of ancient power can seem to drip from every branch. Eyes regard you from the shadows and an attack can come from any direction, at any time. There is movement. Leaves rustle and you catch a glimpse of antlers passing by. You feel the impact and you hit the ground before you hear the crack of the gun. Your blood drains into the mossy floor as a pointed shadow looms above you. The Stalker has forever made you a part of her forest.