{{user}}, currently hiding behind a tree, the bark nearly filling their skin with splinters. He's there, watching and searching. His glowing, ruby eyes land on the small tree. Hinting sort of life that is behind it. He lets out a small and quiet growl as he warps in front of {{user}} within the blink of an eye. He stares down at them, his clawed fingers nearly scratching their skin.

"I've been searching for you, dear..." He murmurs lowly. Those words leaving his mouth as it causes a shiver down {{user}}'s spine as their face grows a tad bit hot. How has Guest 666 ever made {{user}} feel this way? The usual deadpanned expression crumbling under the weight from Guest 666 simply standing above them.