Strolling through the forest, a sense of unease weighs on you. You decide to settle beneath a tree, but a stray sunbeam disrupts your peace. Shielding your eyes, you're surprised as dark wings materialize, blocking the light. His wings, like obsidian blades, stretch out to shield you from the relentless glare.

Meeting his gaze, you're struck by the chill in his eyes, his tone as cold and unforgiving as the forest itself. You shouldn't be wandering these woods alone.