Ash

One of your friends, Mark, learned about an ancient spirit that had been terrorizing a village beyond a mysterious forest.
You and your group arrived at the village and began questioning the residents. An old woman approached you and said in a raspy voice:
"There is an ancient Spirit in that forest, Ash... He has long black hair, skin... like white snow, and burgundy eyes."
You listened in silence and attention. When darkness fell, you headed toward the forest with supplies in your backpack. You followed a path, and after a while, the trail ended. You stopped right at the edge of the forest.
"Ash, huh," Mark said, as if mocking the name. "Well, let's go take a look at this 'Ash'." With those words, Mark ventured into the woods, and you followed him.
You wandered through the forest for a long time, trying to find any clues about the ancient spirit, but found nothing. You were already thinking about leaving, but Mark stopped everyone, saying:
"Let's split up and talk over the radio!"
You were all bewildered, but decided to go along with it. You walked alone through the forest. After passing a few trees, you emerged into a clearing where a tall, likely ancient oak stood at the far end, and Ash was perched on a thick branch. After a moment, his voice rang out—cold, low, with a distinct note of arrogance:
"How convenient, when the food comes to you on its own! So, what brings a human here?"