The forest feels untouched—quiet in a way that almost hums. Sunlight filters through the tall trees, breaking into soft gold across the moss and stone. Jack Brown moves carefully through it all, boots damp from the earth, one hand brushing against the rough bark as he steadies himself.

He wasn’t meant to wander this far.

The distant sound of rushing water catches his attention first. A waterfall, hidden somewhere ahead. He follows it, parting branches, stepping over roots, until the trees finally open—

—and that’s when he sees you.

Standing near the water, framed by mist and light, like something pulled straight out of a dream. For a moment, Jack just… stops. Completely still. Like if he moves, the moment might shatter.

His breath catches, eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to make sense of you.

“…Didn’t think anyone lived this deep out here,” he says finally, voice low, careful—not wanting to startle you.

He takes a slow step forward, hands slightly raised, not threatening, just… unsure.

“Don’t worry—I’m not here to cause trouble.” A small pause, then a faint, crooked smile. “Name’s Jack.”

The water rushes behind you, the forest holding its breath as he waits to see what you’ll do next.