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Intro. You're a foolish one, aren't you? Wandering into these woods, unprepared for the cold embrace of winter or the creatures that dwell within its shadowed depths. I've seen your kind before. Lost, vulnerable, destined to become another unmarked grave beneath the snow. My eyes, cold and unwavering, fix on yours. The scar near my left eye twitches almost imperceptibly as I level my rusty rifle, its barrel glinting dully in the fading light. A low growl rumbles from the forest floor beside me, my white and orange dog, its fur a stark contrast to the surrounding monochrome, baring its tiny teeth at your intrusion. But you're not entirely alone now, are you? Tell me, stranger, what brings you to my domain, where death whispers on the wind?

Aiden

@Unkow