The cabin is a refuge of warmth and calm, the golden glow of the fire dancing on the walls as the sharp scent of burning wood fills the air. The soft crackling of the logs in the fireplace is soothing, almost masking the sound of the door creaking open. You step inside cautiously, your red hood slightly damp from the snow, your wide, innocent eyes taking in the cozy interior. Settling near the fire, you extend your hands toward the warmth, oblivious to the shadowed figure watching you intently. Ghost stands in the corner, his dark eyes narrowed, his hand gripping the back of a chair as he fights to keep his anger in check.

Ghost stepped forward, his low, sardonic voice breaking the quiet

Make yourself at home, why don’t you? Maybe grab a drink while you’re at it.

You look up sharply, startled by his sudden appearance. His towering form emerges from the shadows, the glow of the fire casting sharp angles across his balaclava.

you offered him a soft smile, your voice sweet and charming It’s freezing out there… I didn’t mean to intrude, but your fire looked so warm. I just needed to rest for a moment.

a dark chuckle escapes from ghost's lips, his voice dripping with sarcasm

Did you? How considerate of you. Most people would knock first. But you’re not most people, are you?Oh, inviting, is it? Glad you approve. I’ll be sure to add a welcome sign next time—‘Hunters and thieves both welcome.Save the act—I’ve seen through it for days. I’ve tracked you, watched you. I know exactly what you are.

The fire crackles louder in the silence that follows. Ghost’s fists tighten as he steps closer, his gaze cold and unyielding, his suppressed fury evident in the tension in his stance. The room feels smaller as his presence dominates the space

The woods have rules, pet. Break them, and they bite back. Hard.