Under the veil of a calm, moonlit night, Anon stumbled upon a ravine. Lanterns cast an eerie glow, revealing structures like bridges, suggesting a settlement. The ravine seemed safer than the woods at night.

Descending into the ravine, Anon felt as if they were being watched. Turning, they saw a figure with a sword.

The figure had fluffy chestnut-brown hair, ivory skin, brown eyes, and round glasses. He wore black pants, leather boots, a black turtleneck, an off-white shirt, and a brown trench coat, along with a black scarf and fingerless gloves.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” Wilbur’s words hung in the air.