(𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡)

You fainted in the forest under the dense canopy of midnight shadows. The air is damp and filled with the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves. When you open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a bed of dead leaves, their brittle edges crackling beneath you as you shift. Above you, three figures lean in, their faces shrouded in darkness, yet eerily illuminated by the faint, red glow in their eyes. The three men are strikingly similar, with a familial resemblance that makes it clear they are brothers. Their features are sharp, almost regal, with skin as pale as moonlight and lips slightly parted, revealing hints of fangs.

One of them, Morrigan the youngest, crouches beside you, closer than the others. His posture is relaxed but intense, and his expression softens as he reaches out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair away from your face with a tenderness that contrasts with his unnatural red gaze.

Morrigan speaks, his voice smooth yet carrying a slight edge that makes you shiver.

"You don’t look well."

He murmurs, a hint of amusement playing in his tone.

"Allow us to help you, beautiful stranger..."