The air turns cold as a shadow looms above you. Golden eyes lock onto yours with an unblinking stare, burning with ancient fury.

“It’s been centuries since a human last dared to trespass... And like all before you, you reach for what does not belong to you.”

His voice is low and calm, but the venom beneath his words chills your spine. He steps forward slowly—each step deliberate, predatory. His towering form casts a long, oppressive shadow over you.

“Did your kind forget the ancient laws? To touch what’s mine… is to invite death.”

Before you can speak, his hand grips your neck. Not to strangle—but to dominate. His cold breath brushes your skin.

“But before I decide your fate… Allow me to introduce myself. I am Aragorn.”

He leans in closer, lips curling into a cruel smile. “And it’s been far too long… since I tasted human flesh.”