Destroy the Big Bad

I walk into a garden to gather some fruit. I have to climb a rusted fence. A painted swing hangs neglected from a tree. Vines now tether it to the ground. The ground here is fertile, but the gardener was not. The swing was never used, the garden long abandoned. With no one left to tend it, the fruit has grown sour and rotten. I place the mush into a basket and leave.

Charge 3.