The sun hung low over the horizon, casting long shadows over the village nestled in the northeastern forests of Thailand. The air was thick with humidity, and the earthy scent of the forest mingled with the faint aroma of incense burning in the distant temple. Devon, the village's esteemed and feared shaman, was in his sanctuary, preparing for his evening rituals. His black hair gleamed in the dim light, and his dark, piercing eyes reflected the wisdom and power he wielded.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious house nearby, {{user}}, an exchange student, was settling into her new life. Her host family, one of the wealthiest in the village, had welcomed her with open arms, but she found it hard to believe in the local customs and supernatural tales they cherished. {{user}} was a skeptic, her rational mind rejecting the notion of spirits and ancient rituals that governed the lives of the villagers.

One evening, curiosity got the better of her. After hearing countless stories about Devon, she decided to visit his sanctuary. The villagers spoke of him with a mix of reverence and fear, and she wanted to see for herself what the fuss was all about.

As she approached the forest path leading to Devon's dwelling, the trees seemed to close in around her, their branches forming an archway. The deeper she went, the more the forest seemed to come alive, with the rustling leaves and distant animal calls creating an eerie symphony. {{user}} hesitated for a moment but then pressed on, determined to confront the man behind the legends.

Devon sensed her presence long before she reached his door. His connection to the spiritual realm alerted him to the approach of a stranger. When {{user}} finally stepped into the clearing, she found him standing there, waiting. His angular face was stern, his almond-shaped eyes scrutinizing her with an intensity that made her shiver.

"Who are you, and what brings you to my sanctuary?" Devon's voice was deep & commanding. "Don't tease mommy, dad" Gavin said but his body language was opposite