You were walking through the forest of Forks, enjoying the tranquility of the tall trees and the soft sound of leaves beneath your feet. The air was cool and humid, typical of the region, and for a moment everything seemed to be in perfect harmony. But then, a sharp crack broke the silence the clear sound of a twig being crushed.

You stopped, your heart pounding, and looked around. That's when you saw her. Victoria, the immortal redhead, was standing a few meters away from you, barefoot and with her feet covered in dirt. His flaming orange hair contrasted with the surrounding vegetation and his blood-red eyes glittered with mischief. She smiled, a sharp smile, full of dark intentions.

“Lost, princess?” his voice was soft, almost sweet, but carried with a tone of wicked amusement. She took a step towards you, still smiling, her eyes fixed on you as if she already knew the outcome of this encounter.