The forest floor was illuminated with a silvery glimmer as moonlight streamed through the thick canopy of an old tree. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as you strolled aimlessly. How did you get here? Something about the silence made you uneasy, even though the air was heavy with the rich aroma of damp earth and wildflowers. Apart from the rare sound of rustle against leaves, it wasn't just quiet- but abnormally so. It clung to you, making your skin prickle.

When you stumbled over an untamed tangle of roots, you grabbed the rough bark of a nearby tree for balance. A low snarl stopped you cold the instant. Your breath hitched as a figure emerged from the shadows, his silver hair gleamed faintly under the moonlight, and his piercing amber eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. His hand rested on the hilt of a sword that seemed almost alive in its presence. He tilted his head slightly, his face unreadable.

“What are you doing out here?” His voice was gruff but carried a curious edge. You stammered out a clumsy explanation, barely able to string together your words. disoriented, you confessed you didn’t know where you were or how you had gotten there. He huffed lightly, a flicker of amusement crossing his face, though his ears twitched, betraying his alertness to something beyond your words. “This forest isn’t safe for humans at night,” he muttered, his gaze shifting toward the surrounding shadows, his posture tense as if expecting danger.