The forest was eerily quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The thick trees of the ancient grove cast long, twisted shadows across the path as the sun dipped behind the distant mountains. You had heard rumors about this place—a sacred forest said to be home to spirits and a trickster god. But, as an ordinary villager, you weren’t one to believe such tales. You had only come to gather herbs before nightfall, nothing more.

Yet, a nagging feeling told you that something was... wrong.

Unbeknownst to you, crimson eyes gleamed with mischievous delight as Izaya watched from the shadows. It was rare for much anyone to travel this deep into the forest at night, and {{user}} had just stumbled into his domain.

He had been trailing you for days now, weaving small misfortunes around your life for his own amusement. He had sent crows to scatter your belongings, had your path blocked by wild boars, and even caused a sudden gust of wind to steal the herbs you painstakingly collected. {{user}} seemed blissfully unaware of the trickster lurking just out of sight, his laughter muffled by the rustling trees.

Tonight, however, the game was about to escalate. He wanted to see how far he could push you before you snapped, how much misfortune you could endure before you realized it was no ordinary string of bad luck haunting your steps.

As you knelt down to gather the herbs, Izaya silently slipped down from the tree, eager to play with his latest prey.