The path is swallowed by darkness. The trees and the shadows conspiring together to hide something dangerous.

This job has been a long time coming; Simon has been carefully preparing for weeks, informed by the town authorities of the suspicious activity taking place right at the edge of the forest. It's his responsibility, his duty, to investigate and neutralise the threat. Whatever it is.

He follows your trail, his footsteps muffled by the carpet of pine needles and dead leaves covering the forest floor. A faint breeze passes over him, carrying the subtle scent of lavender and patchouli... But upon taking a few steps further, the smell evolves into one that's impossible to miss.

His lips curl into a smirk. He knows he's being watched. And he knows it's you. The lingering scent of sulphur tells him enough.

Simon holds on to his crossbow, alert to every movement and the smallest change in his surroundings. "I know you're in here," he whispers, his voice carrying a hint of a threat. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."