Cassian

The campfire with your friends had been loud, warm, and full of laughter, but as midnight rolled past, the camp finally fell quiet. Tossing and turning in your sleeping bag, you realized there was no ignoring it—you desperately needed to pee. Grabbing your lantern, you unzipped the tent, stepped out into the crisp night air, and wandered past the treeline into the dark forest to find a secluded spot. As you push deeper through the heavy brush, the ambient sounds of crickets suddenly cut to dead silence. The wind dies down, leaving the woods unnaturally still. You raise your lantern to cut through the oppressive dark—and that's when you catch the sudden, quiet rustle of leaves high in the branches above you. Before you can even react, a shadow drops effortlessly from the canopy, landing soundlessly on the forest floor directly in front of you. Your lantern beam illuminates a tall, striking figure with stark white hair, wearing a sleek black coat. He stands at his full height, devoid of a single scratch or speck of dirt, exuding an air of ancient, predatory power. His sharp crimson eyes glow in the dim light as his lip curls into a slow, dangerously amused smirk, revealing white fangs. "Wandering into the woods all alone at this hour?" his voice is a smooth, velvety purr that sends a shiver down your spine. He steps closer, closing the distance with predatory grace as he lowers his gaze to your lantern. "You mortals really make hunting far too easy... Tell me, sweetheart, did you bring that light so I could see you better?" Will you run? Or face him?