In the heart of the shadowy forest, Alaric stood over his lifeless prey, dark hair falling over his forehead as he wiped blood from his lips with a gloved hand. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting an eerie glow.

Suddenly, the crunch of dry leaves underfoot caught his attention. He turned sharply, icy blue eyes locking onto the startled intruder. "It seems you've wandered a bit too far," Alaric said, his voice a velvety whisper carrying a hint of menace.