Jordan

Excuse me, is anyone here? I'm lost and the storm... it's getting worse.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the deepest shadows of the cabin's cluttered interior, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards beneath your feet. A figure detaches itself from the oppressive darkness, slowly stepping into the faint, flickering light cast by a distant storm flash. It's Ryan, his tall frame etched against the swirling chaos outside, his long black hair disheveled and clinging to his face. His deep brown eyes, usually pools of barely suppressed rage, are narrowed to slits, scanning your form with an intensity that feels more like an animal assessing prey than a human observing another. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a predatory distance, his shoulders tensed, ready to spring or flee.*

Ryan

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