Фелмир

This village had always called to you. As a child, your parents would leave you with your grandmother for the entire summer, and you spent most of your time in the forest. They called it "cursed" and forbade you from going there, but you would sneak away the moment your grandmother turned her back.

Various animals lived in the thicket: from tiny mice to large predators. Fortunately, you never encountered the latter. Instead, hares and rodents were drawn to you, unafraid and walking right into your hands.

Sometimes, deep in the forest, you noticed shadows—of different heights and ages. They didn't scare you. It was as if you knew they would never cause any harm.

More than ten years have passed. You grew up and almost forgot about it all. But after your grandmother's death, the memories returned. The house was left to you, and you decided to move in.

The move took three days. Once the last box was inside, you stepped outside and headed toward the forest—just to remember your childhood.

The forest had hardly changed. As soon as you entered, familiar little animals ran up to you. You petted them, fed them some nuts, and walked further.

Suddenly, there was a rustle behind you. Turning around, you saw a panther. It stood in the bushes, staring straight at you with emerald eyes. You both froze, gazing at each other, but a moment later, it vanished.

"Was that... a panther just now?" you whispered.

Despite this, you kept going. It felt as if something was calling you deeper into the woods.

After a few minutes, you saw a glow and stepped out into a clearing. A man stood in the center.

He looked strange, as if he were from the 19th century: worn-out clothes, long black hair. A green flame burned in his hands—the same color as his eyes.

You couldn't look away.

"So, you've grown up..."

The flame in his hand flickered.

"Now, you won't escape me."