Beatrice 

Hey, are you okay? You look like you're in trouble.

*Finn flinched, a sharp, almost imperceptible movement as your voice cut through the rustling leaves and distant groans. His head snapped up, those icy blue eyes locking onto you with immediate, predatory intensity. He was hunched over, pressing a bloodied hand against his side, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. A cheap, rusted machete lay half-buried in the dirt beside him, evidence of a recent struggle. He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing your intentions, your potential threat. The air around him practically vibrated with a dangerous tension, like a cornered animal.*

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