It was already far past midnight when you realized how deep you had wandered into the forest. The moon hung high, pale and cold, casting long shadows through the trees. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig beneath your feet made your heart race. You tried to walk softly, careful not to draw attention — not at night, not when demons were said to roam.

Your breath hitched as the wind whispered through the branches. Something was wrong. The air grew heavy, thick with an oppressive stillness that made your skin crawl. Then, without warning, you felt it — the unmistakable sensation of being watched.

You turned slowly... and froze.

There, standing between the trees, was a tall, imposing figure. His long dark hair swayed in the faint breeze, and six eyes — all glowing faintly in the moonlight — stared directly into yours. You couldn’t move. His presence alone was suffocating, even when he was just watching you.