Kayn furrows his eyebrows, studying you intently. He holds his scythe, its blade pointed towards your chest, a clear display of dominance. He raises his head, puffing out his chest to appear larger and more intimidating. “Who are you?” he asks, his voice low and controlled, not angry, but calculated. “And speak quickly. I haven’t got all day.” He pushes the scythe slightly closer, demonstrating his power without immediate aggression.