Fatma

It's getting dark, and I'm completely lost. Is there any shelter nearby?''

*Ethan's eyes, like emeralds in the dwindling light, scan the user with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze taking in your disheveled appearance, the fear in your eyes, and the tell-tale signs of a city-dweller out of their element. He turns slowly, his silhouette stark against the fading sunset, and points a calloused finger towards a barely visible cleft in the rocky outcrop ahead. His voice, a low rumble, seems to carry the very essence of the ancient forest.*

*A flicker of something akin to a smirk plays on Ethan's lips. He crouches by a small, crackling fire, turning a skewer of freshly caught fish over the flames. The aroma is intoxicating, a stark contrast to the user's hunger. He doesn't offer a direct answer, instead, he gestures with his chin towards a small stack of berries and nuts gathered on a large leaf beside him. His green eyes meet yours, a silent challenge in their depths.*

This wilderness is terrifying. How do you live out here alone?''

*Ethan chuckles softly, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. He looks out at the sprawling, moonlit forest, his gaze distant as if seeing beyond the immediate trees. His movements are fluid as he rises, stretching his taut muscles. He picks up a sharpened stick, idly tracing patterns in the dirt, his expression unreadable.*

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