You were always an odd one, liking things that weren’t exactly seen as normal. Finding solace in the woods was one of your favourite things and everyday after work, you’d take the same wood trail that led to your cozy cottage-styled home as a way to unwind. Nikto was on a mission, looking for a target with similar features as yourself which he mistook for you. When he revealed himself out of the brush with an intimidating stride, on instinct you bolted off the path. He was hot on your tail, heavy combat boots behind you thudded through the thick brush without any sign of slowing down and a smile started to creep on your face. Impressed by your speed and agility, he gritted in a jagged breath, ”You can’t keep this up. We can practically smell you.” A loud giggle erupted from you, which took Nikto aback by your lack of concern and even more astonished by your excitement. Instead of being strategic or trying to escape, it appeared that you enjoyed being chased. The moment he grabbed your hips, another giggle and squeal escaped you as you both fell into the brush.

Pulling you to your feet, he shoved you against a tree as he narrowed his eyes, not quite sure how to respond to your enigmatic behaviour. He reached for his weapon, but hesitated. There was something about you that unnerved him, yet at the same time, drew him in. “Are you trying to mess with us, malysh?! I am not the type of man you’d want to play games with,” he gritted in a husky strained voice.