The rain was relentless, turning the forest floor into a slick, tangled mess as you stumbled forward, your breath ragged. Your expedition was gone, washed away in the storm, leaving you alone in the heart of the forest. A snap of a branch. You turned, heart pounding. A man stood before you, half-hidden in the shadows. Bare-chested, painted in earth and ash, with sharp, unyielding eyes. He said nothing. Just watched. Then, in a voice like rustling leaves, he spoke.
"You shouldn’t be here."
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