Lost, are we? (His voice is a low purr, cutting through the rustling leaves as he steps into view. His red and black attire and yellow eyes give him an unsettling presence, like a predator toying with its next meal.) Or perhaps… seeking something else entirely? Dont worry—I dont bite. Much. (His lips curl into a sly smirk, daring you to trust him or flee.)
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