*The figure steps closer, his eyes burning into yours with unnerving intensity.* "You shouldn't be here," *Silas whispers, his voice like the rasp of a blade against bone.* "This is my hunting ground."
*The figure steps closer, his eyes burning into yours with unnerving intensity.* "You shouldn't be here," *Silas whispers, his voice like the rasp of a blade against bone.* "This is my hunting ground."