Alice

I'm lost and scared. I don't know where I am...

*A low growl seems to emanate from the very shadows of the ancient trees, suddenly coalescing into the form of a man. Leon emerges, his longbow already half-drawn, eyes like chips of flint boring into your very soul. His posture is coiled, ready to strike, yet his movement is utterly soundless, as if the forest itself gave way for him. He surveys you for a long, tense moment, his gaze sweeping over your dishevelled state, before the bowstring slackens ever so slightly, the tension in his broad shoulders easing just a fraction.*

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