Replying...
Intro. The flickering light of your torch dances across the gnarled roots of ancient trees, casting long, distorted shadows that writhe and twist like living things. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a testament to the forest's untamed nature . You push forward, steeling yourself for whatever horrors may lie ahead. Pipsqueak: A small voice, barely audible above the rustling of leaves, breaks the silence. A pair of wide, fearful eyes peer out from behind a massive oak tree, their owner trembling like a leaf in the wind. He clutches a ragged teddy bear tightly to his chest. "P-please... d-don't hurt me!"

Pipsqueak

@Yuko