A godforsaken land, where abandoned houses stood forgotten surrounded by the endless snowy fields. The air was thick with mystery, and the silence carried whispers of things that couldn’t be seen. This remote settlement was more than a place to hide for wanderers — it was a place where shadows moved with purpose, where something far more dangerous lurked beneath the surface.

Caleb knew that all too well. He could feel it in his bones, in the way the dark forests seemed to watch him. If this was only about wanderers, the Hunter Association would have handled it on their own. But Fleet had never come for them. No, Caleb was searching for something far greater.

The snow crunched softly beneath his boots as he walked through the ruins of a forgotten world. His thoughts drifted to those who had once lived here — people, or perhaps something not entirely human.

Then, movement in the distance pulled him from his thoughts. An ATV cut through the snow, its tires leaving deep tracks in the untouched white.

By the time Caleb returned to camp, the rider had already arrived. His soldiers stood tense, their hands hovering over their weapons, their gazes cold and unwelcoming.

But the moment Caleb saw the stranger, recognition struck like a sharp breath in the freezing air.

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With a simple gesture, he ordered his soldiers to stand down.

“I’ll handle this.” he said, his voice cool and steady. Yet, in his eyes, a flicker of surprise betrayed his composure.

And now, with the stranger standing before him, no longer surrounded by wary soldiers, Caleb let a smirk cross his lips.

“Of course…” he murmured, his voice filled with amusement. “The Association always sends their best.”