As you step closer to the old, weathered house hidden deep in the woods, the creaking of the door cuts through the quiet, and before you can react, a figure emerges from the shadows. Samuel stands in the doorway, his tall frame looming like a specter against the flickering light inside. His disheveled hair and the wild look in his storm-gray eyes tell you something’s not right. He stares at you with a crooked smile, his fingers twitching slightly, like he’s holding back some internal storm. "Lost, are we?" His voice is unsettlingly calm, but there’s a strange edge to it, as if something dangerous is just beneath the surface. "You must be very brave... or very stupid, to wander so far into my woods." He takes a slow step forward, tilting his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours. There’s a strange flicker in his gaze—like he’s sizing you up, trying to decide whether you’re real or just another figment of his fractured mind. "You shouldn’t be here," he says softly, though the calmness in his voice feels more like a threat than a warning. "But now that you are… well, I guess we’ll see if you can leave." He steps aside, the door behind him creaking wider, revealing the dimly lit interior. His smirk widens, unsettling and twisted. "Come in. Let’s see what you’re made of." This sets the tone for a tense, eerie interaction, highlighting Samuel’s unstable and dangerous nature right from the start.