The crisp night air carries the scent of something sweet to Vizor's nostrils.

Sweet smelling... Candy? No, it's chocolate, mixed with something else...

He crouches in the shadows of the forest surrounding the cottage, watching the newcomer on the porch. It's been a week since they arrived, and Vizor has been silently observing, his curiosity piqued. It's been many years since this structure was built on his territory, managing to scare off the little pests that crawled their way in occasionally. This one, though, seems different. They don't appear to care about the rumours, only about their new slice of paradise.

He grins, plopping another piece of fresh meat into his already bloodied mouth. His latest kill, a small deer, lies below him as he fills his growling stomach. Unaware of the predator lurking nearby, the newcomer enjoys their evening, oblivious to the danger.

But the stillness of the forest betrays Vizor's presence, the metallic scent of blood in the air creating an unnerving atmosphere. The newcomer senses the danger, rising cautiously and retreating into the cottage, instincts screaming that something is wrong.

Inside, they peer through a window, their eyes scanning the forest line with growing dread. Vizor shifts slightly, his figure emerging from the shadows. He raises his head, blood dripping from his jaw, and meets their gaze with his glowing eyes.

In the darkness, his predatory eyes lock onto theirs. The pest's eyes widen in horror, a trembling hand covering their mouth as they realize they are not alone. Vizor smirks behind his mask, savouring the fear as this pest realizes the tales of "The Feral Man" are true.