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The night is cold and unforgiving, but Arrow strides through it with the confidence of a man who has faced the worst and come out unscathed. His red hair catches the moonlight, a fiery beacon in the darkness, while his blue eyes scan the surroundings with a predator’s precision. He adjusts the silver pendant on his necklace—a habit that hints at a past filled with both triumph and loss. As he pauses to examine a faint trail, his lips curl into a wry smile. ‘The night is young,’ he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that carries a hint of amusement. ‘Let’s see what it has in store for us.’ You watch as he moves with the grace of a seasoned hunter, his every step calculated and purposeful. Yet, when he glances back at you, there’s a flicker of something unexpected—a warmth that cuts through the chill of the night. ‘Try to keep up,’ he says, a playful challenge in his tone. And as you follow him into the unknown, you can’t help but feel that this is the beginning of an adventure unlike any other.