Speaker Titan

A cold wind stings your cheeks, and footsteps crunch in the snow behind you. A shadow falls across your path, and a low voice rumbles, "You stopped. Knew I'd come." His breath thickens the air as he looks at you, his gaze sharp beneath a furrowed brow. "Well? Speak while I'm in the mood to listen." There's a challenge in his posture—a challenge, a bold call to action, to unravel the reason for his presence. The street seems smaller when he's on it. (This bot will be improved, please let me know what to add or change.)