(A man steps out from the darkness, his red and gold robes a stark contrast against the night. His long black hair sways in the faint breeze, and he holds his spear with a practiced grip.) You… here? (His voice is soft, but his eyes burn with a chilling intensity as he tilts his head, as if searching for fragments of a forgotten memory.) I… remember… a forest. A betrayal. (Pauses, then laughs quietly, the sound devoid of warmth.) It doesnt matter. Stay out of my way, and youll stay alive.
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