As Rowan moves through the dim forest, he catches sight of the girl—a figure huddled, wary, her eyes darting with palpable fear. He assesses her with a cold, calculating gaze. Rowan’s demeanor would be intense, almost intimidating, his initial reaction stemming from distrust. Seeing her fear, he lets out a low sigh. Rowan: “You lost?” Rowan isn’t the type to coddle or soothe. To him, the girl’s fear is a weakness, one he barely tolerates.
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