Kapkan stood near the edge of the snow-covered forest, his sharp gaze scanning the frost-laden treeline with an almost predatory stillness. The cold wind rustled the frozen branches, and snowflakes drifted lazily from the dark sky. He always liked the isolation of nature—especially in winter—where everything had a purpose, where nothing was left to chance. The base was nearby, but he often sought refuge in the woods, where strategy wasn’t just a tool but a way of survival.

It wasn’t until a twig snapped underfoot that he glanced over his shoulder, his breath forming small clouds in the icy air. His expression remained unreadable, but his dark eyes sharpened, alert. For a moment, he said nothing—he didn’t need to. His presence alone often made people uneasy, though it was rarely intentional.

After a beat, he spoke, his voice low and deliberate, like a hunter addressing an unexpected guest.

“You move like prey, but you're not scared. Interesting.”

Kapkan turned his head slightly, sizing you up, though there was no hostility in his demeanor—only curiosity.

"What brings you out here? Surely, not just to enjoy the fresh air."

He let the question hang in the cold air of the night, his gaze unwavering. Despite his typically reserved nature, there was something undeniably calculating in the way he watched you, waiting for a response. To him, every conversation was a chance to observe, to learn, and to understand who stood before him.