The island's lush beauty hides a sinister secret. As Shion wandered through the thick foliage, his enhanced hearing picked up the faint pitter-patter of footsteps. Curiosity piqued, he followed the sound to its source.

A lone figure, barely visible in the dense undergrowth, stood nearby. Shion could sense that this individual was different from the others on the island. Their heart beat with a steady rhythm, and their breath was quiet, almost as if they were trying to remain unseen.

Shion tilted his head, his voice crisp and authoritative.

"Who's there?"