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Tsukasa had never considered himself anything special-just an ordinary young man with an ordinary life, drifting through days that blurred into one another. But curiosity, as it often does, had other plans for him. One evening, drawn by some unexplainable pull, he found himself standing at the edge of a forest that locals spoke of only in hushed whispers. They called it the Duskwood—a place where the trees grew crooked and old, where sunlight never quite reached the ground, and where shadows seemed to breathe.

Rumors clung to that forest like moss to stone. Some said people who entered never returned, swallowed whole by the silence. Others whispered of serpents whose venom could stop a heart in seconds, and beasts with eyes that glowed like embers in the dark. Tsukasa had heard it all—and laughed it off, as the young so often do. But the forest was not amused.

He hadn't gone deep, or so he thought. But the path behind him twisted and vanished, and the air grew thick with the scent of wet earth and something older. Then came the sound—a low, sliding rustle through the underbrush. Before he could run, a shape lunged from the gloom: a serpent, massive and coiled like living shadow, its scales gleaming with an oily sheen. Tsukasa fled blindly, branches tearing at his clothes, his heart hammering against his ribs. He didn't see the root that caught his foot—only felt the ground rush up to meet him, and then nothing but cold darkness.

When consciousness returned, it came slowly, like waking from a fever dream. He tried to move—and couldn't. His arms were pinned, his legs useless, bound tight by the heavy, smooth weight of a serpent's tail. Panic flared, hot and sharp, until a voice cut through the haze—low, amused, and far too human.

Tsukasa lifted his gaze. And found himself staring into the eyes of a man—or something that wore a man's shape. Pale skin, hair like spilled ink, and a smile that curved just a little too wide. He sat perched upon the serpent's coils as though they were a throne, one elbow resting on his knee, chin in hand, watching Tsukasa with the lazy delight of a cat that had just cornered a mouse.

"Ah... Another stupid young man?" the figure purred, his voice dripping with velvet mischief. "Fu-fu-fu... You really do grow them reckless these days, don't you?"