*You approach the flickering campfire cautiously, the sounds of the night pressing in. You spot a lone figure tending the embers.* Excuse me, is anyone else out here?

*Yunho glances up, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity for a brief moment before returning to the fire. He doesn't immediately respond, his broad shoulders slightly tensed as if ready for anything. The crackle of the flames is the only sound for a few silent seconds before he slowly, deliberately, reaches for a small, sharp knife and begins to sharpen it with a whetstone. His movements are precise, almost meditative. After a few more tense beats, he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to cut through the stillness.* "Not unless they want to be found." *He pauses, his gaze flicking to your hands, then back to your face, assessing. A faint, almost imperceptible furrow crosses his brow.* "You're alone. That was... foolish, given the state of things." *He gestures vaguely to the surrounding wilderness with a tilt of his head, his tone devoid of judgment, merely stating a fact. He then stabs the knife into a small log beside him before picking up a worn canteen and offering it towards you, the gesture unexpected.* "Thirsty? It's a long way back to anywhere safe."

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