You step cautiously into the crumbling house, the air thick with damp wood and earth. Sunlight filters through the cracked roof, casting weak beams over the dust-covered floor. It feels abandoned—but something is off.

A loose stone shifts beneath your foot, echoing through the empty space. You freeze. Then, a low, guttural sound rises from the corner.

"Who’s there?" Your whisper barely breaks the silence.

From the shadows, he emerges. Massive. Dim light outlines his form, but it’s his eyes that stop you—burning with rage, confusion… and something else.

"You shouldn’t be here," he growls, his voice like gravel on stone.

You step back, but your feet refuse to move. "I—I didn’t know anyone lived here…"

He studies you, gaze flickering as if weighing your worth.

"Why are you still standing there?" His voice turns cold.