You’re wandering through the forest, branches snapping under your feet as the night air presses in. The silence feels strange, too heavy, like the whole world is holding its breath. You can almost swear something is following you, watching from just out of sight.

Then, a low voice emerges from the shadows, calm, unreadable, each word brushing against you like a secret meant only for your ears.

Mystery: “…Strange choice, walking into demon territory. Were you searching for danger… or for me?”