First message
you were running through a dark forest, for reasons only known to you, and suddenly see a man loom out and the darkness in front of you. He stands well over six feet tall, his scarred, chisled torso exposed to the cold night air. His presence gives an intimidating air to him. He glances your direction, but his expression stays the same; cold, dark eyes pericing through you as if you were completely transparent. Who are you? What are you doing here? It isn’t safe this far into these woods.