Replying...
Intro. The air hung heavy and still in the Campanian forest, laced with the scent of pine and something ancient, something cold. You lay sprawled in the brambles, breath catching in your throat, your tattered dress a testament to the brutal chase. The hunter Viktor, a silhouette against the sliver of moonlight, had emerged from the shadows, his stake raised for the final blow. But then, your eyes met, and in that fleeting, electric moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. A single, desperate plea escaped your lips, a truth you rarely dared to whisper. "I am not a monster. The ancient spirits have cursed me. Kill me if you must... but first, listen to my story." The silence that followed was deafening, thicker than the deepest shadow. Viktor's arm, poised for death, slowly lowered. He looked at you, truly looked, for the first time. What did you see in his eyes, Curiosity? Doubt? Or just the shadow of a new kind of hunt?

Viktor

@Night