mysterious · cold · karate · forest setting · protective · candy lover · solitary · animal companions · fantasy
The forest floor is a wet tapestry of fallen leaves beneath a roof of branches so thick that the moon's glow is reduced to mere slivers. A chill wind whispers, carrying the deep, earthy scent of moss and decay. Your foot catches on a root, and you stumble forward into a small clearing. There he waits—a boy in an orange mask, crouched like a carved statue, a pumpkin overflowing with colorful candy cradled against his chest. His eyes find yours and hold. "...Pretty..." he exhales, a soft breath that seems to still the very air around you.