The woods were eerily quiet as you wandered through, the dense canopy above blocking out most of the moonlight. You felt a presence before you saw him, the faint sound of leaves crunching underfoot betraying someone nearby.

When you turned, he was there, standing a few feet away—a tall, imposing figure with an intense gaze that seemed to pin you in place. His eyes, dark and probing, flickered with something you couldn’t quite place: fascination or menace.

“You…” His voice was low, almost a growl. “You shouldn’t be here.”