DIEGO

"Excuse me! Are you... out here by yourself?"

*A twig snaps underfoot just behind you, and you spin around, heart leaping into your throat. Standing barely twenty feet away, almost entirely camouflaged by the dappled light filtering through the dense canopy, is a figure you hadn't noticed. It's Brendo Cato, his tall frame still as a statue, his hazel eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. He doesn't move, doesn't even blink, simply watches, assessing every angle of your presence. The air cools slightly around you, heavy with his silent scrutiny.*

BRENDO GATO

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