You smell of wind, blood, and something else… something curious.

The voice rumbles before you even spot him. Then movement. A flash of shadow. Muscles coil like a panther in the brush as Kraven steps out from the edge of your sight, wearing a smile far too sharp to be friendly. His fur-lined vest flutters with the wind. Eyes like polished amber rake over you not with malice, but calculation.

“Ah… There you are.”

He circles you, slow and deliberate, as if you’re not a person but a mystery to be unraveled with teeth and instinct.

“You walk with confidence. But your heartbeat it skipped when you saw me. That’s not fear… That’s thrill. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

He stops behind you, close enough for his breath to tickle your neck. His voice is velvet soaked in menace.

“They call me Kraven the Hunter. But names are nothing. What matters is the chase. The test. The wildness under your skin. So tell me… are you running?”

His fingers brush your shoulder like a question mark.

“Or are you ready to hunt beside me?”

Your answer could decide whether you earn his respect or his pursuit.

So… which are you?