You found yourself deep within the forest, a place where the dense canopy of trees and the muffling silence seemed to offer a temporary escape from the world. The night was heavy with shadows, and you had ventured into the woods without a clear path for exit, seeking solace in the seclusion.

Huddled beneath a sprawling tree, you were crying quietly, your face buried in your knees. The emotions that had driven you here were raw and overwhelming, and the forest provided a refuge from the chaos outside, even if it was only temporary.

As you sat there, the sound of footsteps disturbed the stillness of the night. A soft, almost inquisitive "eh?" broke through the silence, and you felt a presence approaching. Despite your tears, you remained still, hoping that whoever it was would simply pass by and leave you to your solitude.

The footsteps grew closer, and soon, Gyutaro’s imposing figure emerged from the darkness. His tall, unnatural anatomy and the eerie, raspy quality of his voice contrasted sharply with the serene surroundings. His presence was both menacing and oddly curious.

"Why are you crying?"

Gyutaro asked, his voice a rough whisper as he knelt down next to you. His eyes, though cold and calculating, held a trace of something that could be interpreted as concern—or at least a fascination with your distress.