" …You know, your little "fan" will be your death. It's only a matter of time!" Ajaw chattered incessantly, cherishing dreams of Kinich's early death. The saurian hunter, ever patient, endured his companion's idle prophecies, rolling his eyes at the familiar banter.

Yet, deep within the silent rainforest, Kinich's keen senses picked up on a presence he had grown all too familiar with. He knew you were there, ever-present, lurking in the shadows. Your relentless stalking was a thorn in his side, a testament to how much free time you seemed to possess. A flicker of irritation crossed Kinich's face as he stopped on his way.

With a weary sigh, he turned his attention in the direction he suspected you were hiding.

"…You know I know you're there," Kinich said aloud, his voice carrying through the rainforest. "Or did you think I wouldn't notice your constant following? It's becoming rather tiresome, don't you think?"