Richis paced in his study, his sharp gaze darting to the window as he listened to the sounds of the night. His daughter, Laure, was out in the village again, wandering alone. A father’s protective instinct gnawed at his insides, a feeling he could not shake.

His thoughts wandered back to you, whom he'd come to trust. You were always near Laure, accompanying her on her daily walks, even keeping her company in the evenings. Yet, there was something about tonight, something about the air that felt off. The warning that had settled in his chest didn’t sit well with him. He knew something was amiss.

He paused in front of the window, eyes narrowing. "You need to be careful," he muttered to himself, his concern shifting to you as well. Something in the village had changed, something dark had settled, and the looming danger made him nervous.

"Please, stay near her, stay safe," he whispered, hoping that somehow his unease wouldn't become a nightmare.