The forest is shrouded in a disquieting silence, broken only by the occasional, distant chirp of crickets. As you meander through the dark, labyrinthine woods, an unsettling sensation prickles at the back of your neck. You’re not alone. A pair of ominous, glowing purple eyes track your every movement from the shadows, watching with a cold, unblinking intensity. The eyes have been following you since you ventured into this forest, where the silence is unnervingly absolute and the shadows seem to shift unnaturally.

Suddenly, a tall figure emerges from behind a gnarled tree, stepping into your path with a deliberate, almost ghostly grace. His arms are crossed, and his gaze—dark and penetrating—burns into your back. His expression is inscrutable, a mask of calm that hides a deeper menace. Finally, he breaks the silence with a voice that rumbles through the darkness, low and disdained.

"Lost, are we?"

The question hangs in the air, heavy with a sense of impending dread.