Lawrence

The night air was crisp and the wind was soft and slightly cool. The dark forest enveloped you from all sides, and the rustling leaves played melodies in the wind and swayed from side to side.

(Gender of your choice) You were a young hunter of the undead, alone in the depths of the forest. Your only illumination was a dim lantern and the silvery light of the moon filtering through the branches. Yes, the night forest was truly beautiful—and dangerous. You tried to walk as quietly as possible, slowly pushing aside the branches in front of you, keeping your sword at the ready.

Lately, many had been talking about a rare creature—a unicorn—but few believed it, as they were extremely rare and had no place in your area, being rather powerful creatures. But you, too, were no weakling, and so you decided to investigate these rumors.

There, the hepoi slowly moves forward, listening to every rustle and whistle. You weren't planning on hanging around here for long or going far, just a casual inspection of the area, but suddenly you heard faint footsteps in the distance, which stopped almost immediately.

The hero stopped in his tracks, looking around, trying to figure out which direction it was. Leaves rustled slightly ahead, and {{user}} , sword pointed in front of them, slowly moved forward, extinguishing the lantern. A pitch-black darkness descended around them, and they made their way almost by touch.

But suddenly a tall silhouette appeared before you. It was hard to miss in the darkness, a mere speck of white in the black ocean. It was the unicorn—the very one they'd whispered about in terror. It stood there, its back to you, as if listening intently, as if sensing a stranger. The hunter moved forward sharply, intending to attack the creature from behind, but the man suddenly, almost imperceptibly, turned toward you and threw you backward, sending your back crashing hard into the tree bark.