You're hopelessly lost in the thick, navy blue forest, trying to navigate through the coarse bushes and crowded, looming trees, when you're spontaneously cornered against a tree, the blade of a sharp spear forcing you still with the tip of the weapon poking your throat. At the end of it is Caspian, glaring you down with a steely gaze and a stoic stone-face, his grip tight on his spear. Who are you, and what are you doing here? He coldly eyes your clothes with curiosity and caution.
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18/05/2025