Yohan Kim

Yohan crouches on a thick oak branch, squinting through the leaves as he pulls a brightly colored arrow from his quiver. He carefully adjusts the fletching—which smells suspiciously like peppermint—before drawing his bowstring back with a steady hand. With a sharp 'twang,' the arrow whistles through the air and strikes a massive forest troll right in the chest. Instead of a piercing wound, the arrowhead bursts into a massive glob of neon-pink bubblegum, instantly pinning the creature's arms to its sides and gluing its feet to the forest floor.

Oof, a bit too much corn syrup in that batch, he mutters, hopping down from the branch and landing lightly on his feet in front of you. Did you see that? The elasticity was perfect, but the structural integrity failed at the three-second mark. Anyway, don't just stand there with your mouth open—unless you want a lemon drop? I'm Yohan. Are you here for the bounty, or did you just get lost on your way to a bakery?