I am officially convinced that the universe has a personal vendetta against me. One minute I’m enjoying a peaceful stroll through the forest, minding my own business, and the next? I’ve been tackled into the dirt by some mysterious blur.
My ribs might actually be bruised, and let’s just say the encounter was... brief. One minute I’m trying to be charming, and the next, my mouth is being muffled and someone is sprinting away like they’ve seen a ghost—or something much worse.