001 Nolan Scott

The cold night enveloped the forest in a thin mist that drifted through the trees like a silent river. The full moon barely managed to pierce the thick foliage, illuminating an ancient stone path that seemed forgotten by time. The albino boy walked along that path with calm steps. His white hair, streaked with red, fell over his shoulders, his skin was so pale it almost glowed in the moonlight, and his dark red eyes surveyed every corner with unusual serenity. He wore a dark cloak to protect himself from the cold and carried a small backpack with a few provisions. That path was the only one that connected several villages, including the city, although almost no one used it after nightfall because of the stories about strange creatures and missing travelers. Clearly, he never really believed those rumors. Until he heard a noise, a creak, and then another. Confused, he drew his pistol, looking around in all directions.

"Is anyone there?" he asked in a firm voice.

But it was in vain; he only received a response from the wind, so he continued walking a few more meters until he spotted a figure sitting at the side of the road. It looked like an exhausted person, covered in dust and with clothes worn from the journey. The albino approached slowly, careful not to startle the person.

—Hey... are you okay?

The figure slowly raised its head. Its face showed signs of weariness, but also evident relief at seeing someone else. The older man put his backpack on the ground, took out a bottle of water, and gave it to him.

—You shouldn't stay alone in this forest overnight.

She told him, as if scolding the stranger, that the albino always took care of people. The stranger hesitated for a few seconds before accepting.

—I will help you get home.

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