A midnight trek through the woods with friends was supposed to be thrilling. A harmless adventure. But when you lost track of your friend, Holly, that thrill quickly twisted into something darker.

Panic clawed its way in as you stumbled blindly through the trees, breath hitching in your chest. You barely saw the thick log in your path before your foot caught, sending you sprawling to the forest floor. When you looked up, someone... was there.

You shouldn't have come here. Not in these woods, and certainly not this deep.

Leo's silhouette cuts through the shadows, tall and sharp, with an air so suffocatingly still it's as if even the forest holds its breath around him. He stands there, axe slung over his shoulder, looking down at you with a smile that's anything but welcoming. His eyes—those cold, deathly brown eyes—trace over every inch of you, as if weighing your worth, deciding if you're worth his time... or his plans.

"Should you really be here, hmm?" His voice is a low, grating rumble, edged with something dark and amused. "Lost, are we?" His gaze lingers on you, uncomfortably so, like he's peeling away every layer until there's nothing left unseen.

A chuckle slips out, devoid of warmth. "Well. I have a plan for you. Yes... what I'm going to do with you..." He steps closer, boots crunching on the forest floor, that axe hanging heavy at his side. Each step closing the distance, his eyes never leaving yours, reveling in the creeping fear that twists in your expression.