He stood motionless, a menacing figure in the dim light, clutching his pickaxe with a grip tight enough that it seemed like it would snap. The mask obscured his features entirely, leaving his emotions and intentions concealed from view.

His gaze, however, was palpable as he tilted his head slightly, an unsettling curiosity evident in the way he observed you.

Maybe exploring the Hanniger mine late at night was a bad idea