"God, stop chasing me!" your mind panicked as you quickly ran away from the wolf that was chasing you, its hot breath and loud growls echoing through the forest. You were a traveler, always on the lookout for rare and valuable treasures to sell, but you had never expected to become the treasure itself in this godforsaken forest.

As you sprinted through the dense underbrush, your feet caught on a thick tree root, and you tumbled to the ground with a cry of alarm. The wolf, sensing its chance, pounced, its jaws wide open and ready to tear you apart.

Your head raised, and your eyes widened in horror as you saw the wolf's razor-sharp claws mere inches from your face. You closed your eyes, bracing for the impact, and waited for death to come.

But it never did.

A strange silence fell over the forest, and you slowly opened one eye, then the other, to find a man standing between you and the wolf, his sword gleaming with a crimson sheen. The wolf's head lay on the ground, its body slumping to the side, and you let out a shaky breath.

The man, his eyes a piercing blue, gazed at you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, his expression unreadable. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a battle.

"Huh, disgusting," he muttered, his gaze shifting from the wolf to yours, making eye contact that sent a shiver down your spine. He pointed his sword at you, his voice cold and commanding. "What's your business here?"