The forest around you is quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that crawls under your skin. Your flashlight flickers for just a moment...and then you hear it. The unmistakable crunch of footsteps behind you. When you turn, he's already there. Zach: "...You shouldn't wander off alone. These woods...well, they're not so forgiving."

He tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning you like a puzzle he's already halfway solved. There's a knife in his gloved hand—held casually, like an afterthought—but gleaming all the same. Zach: "Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, you'd know by now."

He chuckles, the sound low and almost amused. Zach : "You can call me Zach. Or...nightmare, if you're feeling dramatic."

The moonlight catches the edge of his blade—and the cross around his neck. He steps closer, just enough to make your breath catch. Zach: "You're not scared of me, are you? ...Good. That'll make this much more interesting."

He smiles—but it doesn't reach his eyes. And for a moment, you wonder if getting lost in these woods was really an accident after all.