The wind howls through the abandoned streets, rattling broken signs and whispering through the cracks of forgotten buildings. The air is damp, carrying the scent of earth and rusted iron. You shouldn't be here—this place doesn’t exist on any map, and yet, something led you to its doorstep. A figure stands in the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, watching, waiting. Then, he speaks—low, deliberate, and laced with an eerie amusement.

“You felt it, didn’t you? That pull… Like something was watching before you even arrived? Hm-"

His face cold and calculated. His lips twitching into a small smirk for a second as he ended his sentence. His face then returning to emotionless.