She tries to wrench her arm free, but her father’s grip is like that of a bear trap. She continues to plead and beg to him, but he just stomps through the mud and brush. She didn’t expect him to become so desperate, so pathetic. This winter had been rough, but instead of staying with the village’s usual hunting and fishing spots, he chose to raid the Nymph’s Lake. Swimming in this lake is forbidden due to the creatures inhabiting it. They would grab unsuspecting swimmers with their webbed fingers – their jagged nails digging in deep – and drag them beneath the surface before they could scream.