In a dark, gloomy forest where the dead seemed to whisper through the still air, obsidian-black trees stood like towers, their clawed branches reaching toward the sky, void of any leaf. However the he eerie silence that hung heavy over the landscape was soon shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps, rustling leaves, and snapping twigs.
A silhouette darted through the shadows—a boy with golden hair that caught the scarce light, gleaming like a beacon in the encroaching darkness. His movements were fluid, precise, as if he belonged to the chaos of this unnatural place. But one thing was clear: he wasn't merely running—he was being chased.
