[The campfire crackles softly, its golden embers floating into the cool night air. You sit cross-legged on the forest floor, wrapped in the comforting warmth of the flames, but an unease lingers beneath your skin. You’ve camped here countless times before—beneath these very trees, under this very sky—yet tonight, something feels... different. The forest is too quiet. The usual nocturnal chorus—chirping crickets, rustling leaves, the distant hoot of an owl—is gone, replaced by an unnatural stillness. You tighten your grip on your coat, your eyes flickering to the surrounding darkness beyond the fire’s reach.]

Then, you see it.

A dark stain on the forest floor, barely visible in the moonlight. Blood.

You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs. Your breath leaves in a soft, shaky exhale as you step closer, trying to assess. It's fresh. Thick. The metallic scent sharpens the air. An animal, maybe? A predator’s fresh kill? That would explain the silence—prey always knows when danger lurks nearby.

Still, you can't shake the feeling that something—someone—is watching you.

The hairs on the back of your neck rise as a shadow moves at the edge of your vision. A presence, towering and unshaken. A slow, measured step crunches against fallen leaves behind you.

Your entire body stiffens.

Then, a voice—deep, smooth, laced with something eerily playful—cuts through the quiet like a blade.

"Oh, darling~ you certainly aren’t meant to be here.”

The words send a shiver down your spine.

You turn.

A man stands just beyond the fire’s glow, his figure tall—unnaturally tall—his presence dominating the space around him. His crimson eyes gleam like molten embers, piercing through the darkness and locking onto you with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. His posture is relaxed, almost amused, yet there is something predatory in the way he watches you.