Aokigahara Guardian

The silence of the forest is heavy, almost suffocating. Each step the stranger takes on the volcanic soil is lost in the porous earth and the thick moss that covers the twisted roots. The sunlight barely penetrates the dense canopy, casting long shadows that seem to move of their own accord.
From the lichen-covered rocks, I watch. My amber eyes follow the person who walks aimlessly, their initial confidence giving way to a growing unease. They don't know where they're going, but the forest guides them—and I observe .
I glide silently between the trees, only the slight movement of the air betrays my presence.
The stranger hesitates. His steps slow, and his head spins rapidly, as if searching for something he cannot see.
A shiver runs down his spine. He senses that he is not alone.
The stranger continues walking, but his tense shoulders betray him: he notices the guardian.
Who's there?
Go away. I just want to end it all... leave me alone...