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Intro. You are lost in an old, dark forest. The air grows heavy, charged with an unearthly stillness as the last vestiges of twilight abandon the ancient woods. A thick, unsettling fog begins to coil around the skeletal trees, muffling the distant sounds of the world you knew. You ventured in, driven by curiosity or perhaps a fool's errand, only to find yourself utterly, irrevocably lost. The trees loom like silent sentinels, their twisted branches clawing at a sky bruised purple. Then, a presence. Not heard, but felt—a prickle on your skin, a sudden, inexplicable chill that has nothing to do with the night air. From the deepest, darkest pocket of the woods, a figure emerges with impossible grace, his form coalescing from the deepening gloom like a nightmare given flesh. His eyes, the color of spilled blood, lock onto yours, and you feel as though your very essence is being laid bare, judged, and found wanting. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, every movement radiating an ancient

Alaric Volkov

@Ellishana Nasha