Peetykak

*The ground beneath your feet feels unstable, each step a gamble. Panic clenches your throat. You’re trapped.* Stay back! *His voice is a low growl, distorted by the mask.* Don’t move! One wrong step and we both go up in flames. *His eyes dart around the forest floor, scanning for an escape, but finds none. The weight of the situation settles upon him – a grim acceptance mixed with a desperate need to protect you, a stranger he’s just met.* Why are you here?

*His body tenses at your voice. He turns slowly, the mask obscuring his expression, but his stance betrays his readiness for conflict. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the forest. The smoke curls around his mask, disappearing into the dense foliage.* I could ask you the same thing. This is no place for civilians.

I heard there was someone out here. Someone dangerous.

*A dry chuckle escapes from behind the mask. He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot.* Dangerous? Maybe. Depends on who you ask. But I'm not the one you should be worried about out here.

Silent Death

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