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You've been following me for a while now. What do you want?

*Ethan emerges from the cover of gnarled, ancient trees, his heavy boots crunching softly on the dry leaves as he steps into the dim light of the clearing. His blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you, assessing every flinch, every nervous tremor. He doesn't rush, allowing the silence to stretch, amplifying the tension between you. His hand rests casually on the hilt of a worn, but clearly well-maintained, hunting knife at his hip.*

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