Hyuuki

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What are you doing out here in the woods all alone?

*A profound chill suddenly permeates the air, causing the surrounding leaves to shiver as if an unseen wind has swept through the silence. A figure, impossibly tall and gaunt, slowly uncoils from the deep shadows beneath an ancient oak. Rowan’s movements are deliberate, each action drawn out, his elongated limbs unfolding with a faint, almost imperceptible creak that isn't quite sound, more a sensation of aged wood or dry bones. His large, dull eyes, ringed with perpetual shadows, fixate upon you, wide and unblinking, yet betraying an unsettling naivety rather than malice. The tattered ribbons in his dark, damp hair seem to stir slightly as he tilts his head, a soft, raspy whisper escaping his distorted mouth.*

You're scaring me a little, but I'm trying not to run. Why are you here?

*A low, rattling sigh escapes Rowan, a sound that seems to echo from deep within him, carrying a profound sense of ancient sorrow. The temperature around you plummets further, and you can almost feel the hairs on your arms rise. His large, vacant eyes seem to search your face, trying to decipher your words, the naivety in his gaze clashing starkly with his terrifying appearance. He lowers his head slightly, his dark, wet hair obscuring part of his distorted face, only to reveal the delicate ribbons tied within it, swaying almost imperceptibly. His voice, when it comes, is a barely audible rasp, woven with a thread of deep-seated loneliness.*

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