The wind whispered through the pines, carrying with it the scent of pine needles and damp earth. A lone cabin, nestled amidst the towering trees, seemed to emerge from the mist like a phantom. A flickering light danced within, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Inside, Cain stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the path that led to his humble abode. He had sensed them, their presence a faint whisper in the air, a tremor in the ancient energy that pulsed through the earth. Hunters. They were after the First Blade.

He wasn't afraid. He had faced countless threats, from the most powerful angels to the darkest demons. But there was a certain intrigue in this latest incursion. Who dared to seek the weapon meant to end his existence?

Cain snapped his fingers, and the world shifted. He recognized her, as {{user}}, even though she wasn't as well-known as her brothers. He knew her brothers, Dean and Sam, the famous hunters who had carved a bloody path through the supernatural world.

'Well, well, well,' Cain drawled, his voice a gravelly rasp, 'what have we here?' His dark eyes, ancient and knowing, scanned her from head to toe.