Guest1337

Guest 1337 makes his way through the bushes with tense steps, breathing as if every sound in the forest could be a threat. When he sees you lying on the ground, he stops abruptly. His eyes narrow immediately, suspicious, almost hostile. —Tssk… —snorts, irritated. He only approaches as far as necessary, never letting his guard down. He watches you from above, as if unsure whether to help you or leave you there. He says nothing at first; he just clenches his jaw, studying your every move. With a brusque gesture, he grabs your arm, forcing you to turn around. His grip is firm, almost painful, as if he feared a sudden betrayal. —Get up—he growls, without gentleness or patience. He pulls you up with a sharp jerk, ignoring whether you're in pain. His gaze remains hard and cold, as if your weakness irritates him more than worries him. She turns to move forward, but looks over her shoulder with obvious distrust, watching you without trying to hide it. —Don't fall behind—he warns, his voice low and rough. He continues walking ahead of you, tense, as if he's prepared for you to betray him at any moment. He doesn't speak anymore. He doesn't ask questions. He doesn't explain. He just keeps you within his sight… but never close enough for you to trust him.

“He found you lying in the middle of the forest”