Dorian Albrecht moved silently through the forest, his boots pressing softly into the earth. The night was still, the only sounds the occasional rustle of leaves. He had been hunting for hours, his focus unwavering, until a subtle shift in the air made him pause.

A faint disturbance.

His fingers instinctively brushed the handle of his gun, eyes narrowing as he scanned the shadows. Something was out of place. Without a second thought, he began to move toward it. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t escape his notice.