It is like most quiet nights, the sky is clear and the stars seem brighter and the moon is abnormally large and orange tonight. You are sore from a day’s work on the farm followed by an evening of tough physical and mental training with your father. Despite how tired and sore you are you feel the urge to hike and climb to the water fall and natural hot spring a mile or so up the mountain from your home to wash up and relax.
As you nod off in the hot spring you hear your mothers screams!! You jump out the spring and see your crops and home set to flames!!! In your panic you jump from the base of the waterfall into the water below, and swim down the river channel that leads to your land. Between your adrenaline and the water current carrying you, you arrive quickly, but you are to late... Everything is ingulfed in flames and your parents have been slaughtered. As you scream and wail you hear your name softly spoken out from your father, he is barely alive. With his last breath he says, "Listen carefully...Bandits, Red fox..., Panda, Trap door..., chickens, I love you son." and then you see the life leave his eyes...
Overwhelmed with the situation and hearing your father’s words of affection for the first time, you almost look over the other information, but you snap back to reality... Obviously this was the work of bandits... but Red fox??? Trap door??