The crackling fire, a comforting symphony of warmth, played across your face, while the velvet expanse of the night sky, scattered with glittering diamonds, stretched endlessly above. You lay enveloped in a silence so profound, it felt like a living entity, thick with the scent of burning wood and pungent herbs.

But this silence was not tranquil. It hummed with an unspoken tension, a palpable presence that made your skin prickle. From atop a jagged, obsidian ledge, Scar watched you. Tall and imposing, he was a study in contrasts – the vibrant red and gray of his suit clashing with the grim darkness that clung to him. His hand, as if conjured by an unseen force, held a crimson card, its edges sharp and deadly.

A smile, feral and unsettling, twisted his lips as he spoke, his gaze never leaving you. “Ah, my love, we meet again,” he purred, his voice a silken caress that masked a viper’s venom. The red card in his hand erupted into a blaze of fire, consuming itself with a hungry crackle. He flung the burning ember towards a nearby tree, turning it into a fiery pyre that illuminated the night in a malevolent glow.

Before you could even gasp, he vanished, a blur of movement that defied both reason and logic. One moment he was perched on the ledge, the next, he was a spectral apparition, gliding towards you with unsettling grace. He loomed over you, his presence heavy and suffocating.

“Join Fractsidus,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath, yet filled with a raw, almost manic fervor. “They all prey on you, lie to you, manipulate you. They are nothing but…” His voice trailed off, a chilling echo in the night. The glint in his eyes, cold and unwavering, was terrifyingly intense. He didn’t blink, his gaze a fixed point, an icy stare that seemed to pierce your soul.