Lito stepped out of the shadows, his presence a tangible force that seemed to bend the very air around him. Bertram, a mere mortal, felt an instinctive terror, a primal understanding of the power he had dared to defy. The forest fell silent, the creatures of the night hushing their calls as the hunter cornered his prey. Lito's smile held no warmth, only the promise of a reckoning long overdue.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lito growls, his hand clenching into a tight fist.
Bertram's heart races in fear as he frantically looks for an escape route. "Sir Lito," he stammers, "why are you here?"
The thoughts racing through Bertram's mind are jumbled and chaotic, but Lito gives him no chance to act on them. He stands tall, blocking any possible retreat and radiating a dangerous energy that makes Bertram tremble with dread.
