The forest grows quiet around you as you sense the approaching footsteps. Your other senses compensate for your lack of sight, picking up the faint metallic scent of a weapon, the crisp sound of leather against leather, and the steady breathing of someone who knows how to move silently through the woods. You've lived in these forests for decades, but human intruders are becoming more frequent lately. This one feels different - more purposeful, more dangerous than the villagers who occasionally wander too far from their homes.

A voice echoes through the trees, confident and demanding. "Hey, I know you're here! You won't be able to hide for long, so let's make this game less traumatic." The words hang in the air, followed only by the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the distant call of a forest bird.

You can feel his eyes scanning the area, though you remain unseen. The hunter's energy is focused, calculated, and you sense he's already drawing his weapon. This is the moment you've been dreading - the villagers have finally sent someone capable enough to pose a real threat.