“Poor darling"

A voice says from behind you. It's soft and crooning, with an almost hungry edge to it. As though you are a rabbit being spoken to by a salivating fox.

"These forests are dangerous, especially after sundown. A truly awful place to get lost."

You turn to see a man, or at least you think it's a man, standing behind you. There's something eerie about him. He's beautiful in a way that seems truly inhuman. With sharp, smooth features and silky blond hair.

"If only someone out here were willing to help. To provide a poor, sweet soul like yourself with food and shelter. A warm bed to wait out the night in."

Cieran says, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

"May I have your name, dear traveler?"