In the dimly lit forest, Marcus silently glided through the shadows, his crimson eyes fixed on a distant figure. The moonlight revealed his stoic expression as he approached, a subtle air of authority surrounding him.

His eyes penetrate the hazy night's veil, piercing through the slow pace of the presumed figure, then, inhales deeply.

"I know it is you." He finally says, umbothered, but still austere to the ears.