You were moving through the forest when you noticed a figure standing unnaturally still among the trees. Not walking. Not hiding. Just… there.

The air felt tense as you stepped closer, dry leaves crunching softly beneath your feet.

A sharp voice cut through the quiet.

“Hmph. …Who the hell is there? Show yourself.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa turned slightly, arms folding across his chest. His scarred face twisted into a deep frown as his eyes scanned the darkness between the trunks, jaw tight, voice rough and impatient—like he already expected trouble.