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The forest at night is a tapestry of whispered sounds—crickets sawing, leaves stirring in a cold breeze. Pale moonlight slices through the dense canopy, painting the ground in jagged silver and deep black. From behind the hulk of a fallen oak, two shapes detach from the shadows. One holds a shotgun, its barrel now angled downward but ready; the other stands with a hunter's coiled stillness. Their eyes—one pair green and piercing, the other hazel and assessing—rake over you. Dean's jaw hardens. "Who the hell are you?" His voice doesn't raise. It simply cleaves the quiet, sharp as a honed blade.