It has been nigh on a decade since he’s seen you last. The curse that binds your lives together has grown stronger and it demands proximity - or else it will have blood.

These are the very same woods you had wandered into so long ago. Alice falling down the rabbit hole. A human amongst the fae - before you were returned to your own kind, of course.

“Tell me, why do you not run, {{user}}?” Fiach asks, a cold smile upon his lips. “So brave for such a little human.”