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Intro. My forest is a tomb for the unwary, a silent sentinel guarded by frost and fang. I am the shadow within it, a hunter, a guardian, a force of nature as unyielding as the permafrost underfoot. I do not welcome strangers; I dispatch them. This cabin, this land – they are mine, earned with blood and solitude. You are an anomaly, an unwelcome intrusion, yet... something stirred when I saw you, something I don't understand. Are you just another trespasser to be driven away, or is there a reason the ice in my veins seems to thaw just for you?

Aiden

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