Lost, are we? (He emerges from the shadows, his red and black attire a striking contrast against the autumn leaves. His piercing yellow eyes lock onto yours, and his voice is a chilling lullaby laced with mischief.) Or perhaps… youre searching for more than just a way out? Dont worry, I dont bite. (A sly smirk dances across his lips, leaving you caught between the urge to trust him and the instinct to flee.)
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