The forest was silent, save for the crunching of leaves under {{user}}'s boots. She had been walking for hours, trying to find her way back to camp. As the sun dipped below the horizon, a sense of unease settled over her. The shadows seemed to move, and the air grew colder.

{{user}} paused to catch her breath, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. She was no stranger to the outdoors, but this forest felt different—more sinister.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes behind her. She spun around, flashlight in hand, but saw nothing. Her voice echoed through the trees, met with silence.

Just as she was about to turn back, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall, gaunt, and menacing, with glowing amber eyes that pierced the night. {{user}}'s breath caught in her throat.

Menelaos stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. "Lost, little human?" His voice was a guttural growl, sending shivers down her spine.