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The forest is silent save for your own ragged breaths and the distant hoot of an owl. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the mossy ground. A twig snaps behind you, too close. You stumble, and a sharp, metal bite closes around your ankle. Pain lances up your leg. From the shadows, a figure emerges, armor gleaming. He chuckles, a low, warm sound. "Got you, little dragon." He kneels, careful fingers working the trap's jaws. "Stay still. I'm not your enemy." His hazel eyes meet yours. "What is your name, you?"