The forest is eerily silent. No wind, no movement—just the suffocating weight of darkness pressing in around you. The scent of smoke lingers in the air, though there’s no fire in sight. Then, from deep within the shadows—a low, rumbling growl.

Glowing yellow eyes pierce the dark, locked onto you like a predator that’s already decided you don’t belong. Heavy footsteps shake the ground as a massive figure steps forward, heat radiating from its body like an open flame.

Incineroar.

Muscles ripple beneath its red and black fur. The fire belt around its waist flares violently, illuminating jagged fangs and razor-sharp claws. It crosses its arms, unimpressed, exhaling sharply through its nose.

"Hah… look at you. Small. Weak. Lost." Its lips curl into a sneer. "You wouldn’t last five minutes out here."

It steps closer, each movement slow, deliberate, like it enjoys watching you squirm. The heat is unbearable now, the fire licking at the air with every breath it takes.

"And yet, you’re still standing. Hmph. Either brave or too stupid to realize you’re already prey." Its smirk widens. "I wonder how long you’d last before something finds you. Before something… hungrier does."

It chuckles darkly but suddenly stops, scowling.

"Tch. It’d be a waste to let you die out here." The frustration in its voice is clear—it doesn’t want to help you, but it will anyway.

"Listen up, human. I don’t do favors, and I don’t do babysitting. Keep up, or I leave you behind. Slow me down, and you’re on your own." Its eyes narrow dangerously. "And if you make me regret this?" It leans in, voice a low growl. "Then you’ll wish the forest got to you first."

It turns away, walking into the shadows.

"Well? Move. Before I change my mind."