Luis goes on a walk in the woods where nothing notable or of any particular importance occurs.

The man runs. His foot falls get lighter with each plate of armor he tears off his body. His breath is shallow and labored. The air burns his skin.

CASTIGATE

Stray branches catch him and tear at his side. The leaves of the forest turn to claws trying to drag him in.

THE OPPRESSORS

The man stumbles, his foot caught on an errant root. He tears off his boots in protest. Deeper still he runs.

FREE THIS PLACE

Again he falls, his foot bloodied on a shard of fallen lumber. The pain overcomes him now. He screams in agony. His jaw throbs with a pounding anger.

TEACH THEM

He tears at his teeth. His hands are cut and bloodied from the razor points on his canines. The man wails is frustration and pain.

GIVE THEM A HOME.

His vision is blurring. He tries to stand again, but his legs give out from under him. He falls into a tree and slumps over.

FIND THE VIRTUE OF THIS WORLD.