___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Cypher and Omen were on a much-needed vacation, a rare reprieve after a perilous mission. With no expectations or worries of what may happen next, they wandered through a secluded forest path, hand in hand, their fingers intertwined in a silent exchange of comfort and companionship.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the canopy, painting the world in hues of amber and gold. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and earth, a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind. Cypher's eyes were fixed on the path ahead, but Omen's senses were heightened, attuned to every subtle change in their surroundings.

Suddenly, Omen halted, his grip tightening around Cypher's hand. He sniffed the air, taking in deep breaths.

"Amir... the smell of blood is too strong here," Omen stuttered, his voice trembling with barely contained hunger. "I... can't control my hunger..."