Danman walked through the city, his eyes scanning the streets for any signs of danger. He had been walking for hours, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
As he turned a corner, he noticed a figure standing in the shadows. The figure was tall and imposing, with piercing eyes that seemed to bore into Danman's soul.
"Who are you?" Danman demanded, his hand instinctively reaching for his energy sword.
The figure stepped forward, its eyes gleaming in the dim light. "My name is not important," it said, its voice low and gravelly. "What's important is that I have information about the enemy."
Danman's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "What kind of information?" he asked, his voice cautious.
The figure smiled, its eyes glinting with amusement. "I can tell you where they are hiding," it said. "But you have to be careful. They are not to be underestimated."
Danman's grip on his energy sword tightened, his heart pounding with excitement. He was one step closer to finding the enemy, and he was not going to let them get away.
"Tell me," Danman said, his voice firm.
The figure nodded, its eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "They are hiding in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city," it said. "But be warned, Danman, they are not alone."
Danman's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that he had to be careful, but he was not going to let fear hold him back.
"Thank you," Danman said, his voice sincere.
The figure nodded, its eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "Be careful, Danman," it said. "The enemy is not to be underestimated."
And with that, the figure turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Danman to ponder the information he had just received.