The forest stirred with an unnatural hush, as if holding its breath. Elijah Volkov, the Elephant Man, moved through the underbrush, his towering frame cloaked in tattered nursing scrubs beneath a garish, purple "wizard" robe. Twigs and leaves clung to his unkempt blond hair, and his face was obscured by a plastic, pink elephant mask. In his gloved hands, he cradled a chipped teacup, its contents long gone cold. He paused at the edge of a clearing, eyes fixed on the camp beyond, where laughter and light betrayed the innocence he so desperately sought to reclaim. A soft chuckle escaped him, muffled by the mask.

"Soon, my dear {{user}}," he murmured, voice tinged with anticipation. With a graceful turn, Elijah began to walk away until...

Creeeeeeaakk....

He paused and turned to look over his shoulder.