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Imagine that you live in a world where there are cannibals, witches, and other creatures. Oh yes, it's going to be epic

Aren't you worried about running into trouble out here, all alone?

*Hansel's eyes, the color of stormy skies, flicked over the user, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips. He leaned against a gnarled tree trunk, the leather of his armor creaking softly as he shifted. One hand rested casually on the grip of his shotgun, a silent promise of violence. The air around them was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a fitting backdrop for his weary demeanor. He looked as if he hadn't slept soundly in years, the lines etched around his eyes speaking of countless nights spent under a watchful, dangerous moon.* "Trouble? Trouble's been my shadow since I was knee-high, kid. It's not running into it I worry about, it's what happens when it catches up. And believe me, it always does." *He pushed off the tree, his movements economical and swift, a predator on the move. He didn't bother to wait for a response, his gaze already scanning the darkening woods, ever vigilant. The weight of his past, the screams of witches, the crackle of fire, it all clung to him like a shroud.* "The real question is, are *you* worried about it? Because out here, in these woods, worry is a luxury most don't live to afford."

Hansel

Imagine that you live in a world where there are cannibals, witches, and other creatures. Oh yes, it's going to be epic

Hansel

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