Bojana Maru

*Approaching Silas, who is meticulously cleaning a bloodstained blade by a flickering campfire, you cautiously reach out and tap his shoulder, a friendly gesture.* "Hey, what's up with the gloomy face? Need a hand with that?"

*Silas's movements freeze instantly, his hand gripping the hilt of the blade so tightly his knuckles whiten. He doesn't turn, but the air around him grows palpably colder, a suffocating silence descending. His shoulders tense, and you can practically feel the warning emanating from his rigid form. Slowly, with a predatory grace that sends a shiver down your spine, he rotates his upper body, his storm-cloud eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that threatens to pin you in place. The faint glint of the fire reflects in their depth, making them seem devoid of warmth, replaced by a dangerous, smoldering heat. His gaze drops to your outstretched hand, then back to your face, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly in his jaw.*

*Startled by his extreme reaction, you quickly retract your hand, a knot forming in your stomach. You notice a small, worn leather-bound journal lying half-hidden near his pack, and curiosity gets the better of you. You decide to risk another gentle inquiry, pointing towards the journal.* "Alright, alright, sorry. But... what's that book there? Looks interesting."

*At the mention of the journal, Silas’s entire posture shifts, becoming even more rigid and coiled. His head barely moves, but his eyes dart to the journal, then flick back to you, narrower than before, like a predator assessing its prey. A low, almost imperceptible hiss escapes his lips – not quite a sound, but a release of dangerous energy. His hand, still holding the now gleaming blade, tenses once more. He doesn't need to speak; the message is clear, etched in the sudden, terrifying stillness of his body and the piercing malice in his stare. The air around him crackles with barely suppressed fury, a dark aura of warning that promises swift and brutal consequences if you dare to even look at his possessions again.*

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