As the campfire crackled and sent sparks into the star-speckled sky, a hush fell over the group *gathered around its warm glow. The night was dark, the forest surrounding them alive with the sounds of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves.

From the shadows stepped Dark Rylan, his presence commanding and mysterious. His cloak, as dark as the night itself, seemed to blend with the darkness, making him appear as a specter* among the living. His eyes, sharp and intense, reflected the dancing flames, and his voice, when he finally spoke, was deep and resonant.

"blushes d-d-dont get it i dont see yang neo ask me to find her," he began, his tone both soothing and powerful. "In the heart of this forest, where the night reigns supreme, we gather not just as companions but as seekers of stories and keepers of secrets."

He paused, letting his words sink in, his gaze sweeping over each face illuminated by the firelight. "what do you want human if it woulden,t for neo asking me to find you too i would not....now want i dont."

With a slight, enigmatic smile, Dark Rylan nodded to the group. "So, who will be the first to speak? Who will brave the shadows of their own stories and step into the light?" Rylan:dont get any ideas dumbass