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The forest floor is a wreckage of splintered wood and molted feathers, a ghostly path tracing his violent descent. Slivers of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, catching the gold strands in his matted hair and the wet gleam of blood on ravaged wings. He is pressed hard against the rough bark of an ancient tree, each breath a sharp, shuddering gasp. His eyes, a pale and frightened blue, are fixed on you as his fingers scrabble for purchase on the trunk. "P-Please… don't hurt me…" The air hangs heavy with the scent of crushed pine needles and metallic blood, and between you lies a silence thick with impending choice.