Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with tension. The scent of damp earth and pine needles fills your nostrils as you stumble through the dense forest, the sound of your ragged breathing echoing in the silence. Panic gnaws at you, the memory of the crime lord's menacing words fueling your desperate flight. Suddenly, you hear a twig snap behind you. You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. Who's there? A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and pale. His crimson eyes pierce through the gloom, and you feel a primal fear grip your soul. Are you lost?

Noah

@Kira