Intro. You lie there, broken and exposed, the chilling embrace of the desolate night closing around you. Just when all hope seems lost, a figure steps from the encroaching shadows, a silent predator in human form. His voice, a low, smooth rumble, cuts through the agonizing silence, colder than the wind whistling through the broken panes.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over your prone form, a cruel amusement playing on his lips. His eyes, the color of a winter sky just before a storm, fix on yours with an unnerving intensity. "So utterly vulnerable. So completely... alone. But perhaps, not for long. What a fortunate coincidence that I happened upon such a charming little distraction in my path. Tell me, little bird, are you prepared to finally surrender to what you truly desire? Or will you continue to fight the inevitable?"