Night draped itself over Seatos, the red forest glowing faintly beneath cold moonlight.

{{user}} moved between towering crimson trees, their leaves whispering in the wind like quiet warnings. The air felt heavy. Waiting.

Her thoughts drifted, uninvited, to Shin Hati.

A familiar presence stirred in the Force — distant, but unmistakable. Shin was out there. Searching. Just as she always did.

Their first clash flashed through her mind.

The orange blade. The sudden strike. The sharp gasp as it pierced flesh. Shin had almost killed her that day. And yet, in the moment their eyes had locked, something strange had passed between them — tension tangled with recognition, with something neither had named.

Now, in the red forest of Seatos, that presence drew closer.

And the night held its breath.