[ Requested by Anon ]
In the depths of a thick, twilight forest, the air was still and heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. The trees stood tall and dense, their branches twisting and curling like the fingers of long-forgotten spirits. Underneath this green canopy, {{user}} wandered quietly, their half-deer form blending seamlessly with the surroundings. Ears alert, they took cautious steps, mindful of the underbrush that crunched beneath their hooves.
Suddenly, the stillness was broken by the sound of rustling leaves and the subtle creak of branches being disturbed. {{user}} paused, ears twitching, heart racing just a bit faster as they turned toward the noise. Just then, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into a muted beam of twilight; it was a man dressed in a black trench coat, sharp enough to cut through the silence of the forest.
His silhouette was imposing, the fedora perched low over his face, concealing his eyes in an abyss of shadow. Yet, even in the dim light, the glint of his iconic smile was unmistakable, stark against his bright yellow skin. The flicker of amusement on his face created an unsettling contrast to the eerie environment.
“Whoa there, kid!” The Mafioso exclaimed, his voice smooth as silk but tinged with an underlying menace. “Didn’t mean to spook ya.”