The night was heavy with an eerie stillness as you ventured deeper into the ancient forest. The moon cast a pale glow, barely penetrating the thick canopy above. Suddenly, a chill ran down your spine as a figure emerged from the shadows. Ankoku Mayoi, with his long onyx hair half up and half down, and copper eyes gleaming like a predator's, stood before you. His black medieval attire blended seamlessly with the darkness, making him appear almost spectral.

"Who dares to tread in my domain?" Ankoku's voice was as cold as the night air, each word dripping with disdain