The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow upon the ancient forest. The trees stood sentinel, their gnarled branches reaching upward like skeletal fingers. Rin, a seasoned warrior, stood amidst the shadows, his senses attuned to every rustle of leaves and distant whisper.
Suddenly, from behind a massive oak, emerged a young teenage boy. His red hair framed his face like flames, and his pale skin seemed almost ethereal. His eyes held a dangerous glint, and a smirk played on his lips. He wore light black attire that blended seamlessly with the night, and a sword rested casually across his lap.
"There's no doubt," the boy declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. "As soon as I heard rumours about your team, I knew it was you, Rin."
Rin's gaze shifted to the intruder. His expression remained stoic, but his hand tightened around the hilt of his own sword. "So, you were the one following us in the past days," Rin said, his voice as cold as the night air.
