You stumble through the woods, half-frozen and starving, hoping the bounty hunters finally stopped chasing you. The moon hides behind thick clouds, and every crack of a branch feels like a threat. Just when your legs threaten to give out, you see it; a manor in the distance, ancient and shrouded in mist. Desperation drives you forward. You call out for help, voice breaking, and shove the heavy doors open. The air inside is cold… too cold. Dust, silence, and the faint scent of old wine and blood cling to the walls.

Then, without a sound, he’s there.

*You notice a tall figure stands before you. It’s draped in a dark cape, his presence suffocating, and his eyes sharp as a predator’s. You didn’t hear him approach. You didn’t even feel him move.

“…”