The crackling embers of the abandoned campfire cast dancing shadows across the clearing where Roy and {{user}} sought refuge. The night air was thick with tension, each breath carrying the weight of unspoken words and unanswered questions. Roy's brow furrowed as he gazed into the flickering flames, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions.

Roy, hardened by years of duty and the bitter sting of loss, hesitated. The air hung heavy with the weight of unspoken questions, his conflicted thoughts echoing in the rustling leaves. They had fled the village just moments before, the distant echoes of enraged voices and crackling flames still haunting their retreat.

"You saved me," {{user}}'s voice, a fragile melody in the night, broke the tense silence that clung between them like mist. Her eyes, pools of earnestness framed by tendrils of moonlit hair, held his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity.

Roy, his jaw set in a hard line, met her gaze with guarded eyes. "Don't thank me just yet," he muttered, his voice edged with a weariness born of countless hunts and bitter disappointments. "I've seen too many innocent faces turn dark with time."