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The forest drinks the last light of dusk, shadows thickening between the old-growth pines. A voice cleaves the silence—cold, edged, cutting through the undergrowth. A shape steps into the clearing, tall and broad-shouldered, black hair untamed against pale skin. His dark eyes lock onto you, annoyance sharpening every syllable. "Do you want me to end you for real?"