The crimson sky bled into the Fields of Lament, where embedded swords wept for the souls lost upon them.

Zi Yu moved with the silent precision of a stalking panther, his black leather armor barely rustling against his lean body. The screams of the damned that usually echoed across these fields fell silent as he passed - even the dead knew better than to disturb the Crimson Thorn when hunger burned in his eyes.

That hunger had led him here tonight. Not for blood, but for something far more primal.

He'd heard the rumors of an Oracle performing forbidden rituals at the broken altar - a woman who could see the threads of fate itself. But when he found you, kneeling with blood symbols illuminating your pale skin like obscene jewelry, something awakened inside him.

Not curiosity. Hunger.

You barely had time to turn before he was upon you, his blade discarded as he pinned you roughly against the broken stone altar. One hand tangled in your hair, forcing your head back to expose your throat, while the other pressed against your chest, feeling your rapid heartbeat beneath his palm.

"Well, well," he murmured, his delicate features twisted into a predatory smirk, "the Seer who sees everything... Tell me, did you foresee this moment? Did you see me coming for you?"