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You met him on a night when a blood-red moon bathed the lake in its crimson light. You were at the edge of the forest, searching for a way out, but your gaze was drawn to a massive black silhouette drifting upon the water. It approached slowly, until you could make out its form: dark fur gleaming with a cold sheen, red wings slightly spread, and eyes ablaze with an intense, searing glow. He did not speak, merely circling above you as if weighing whether you were worthy of his attention. The lake exuded a damp, chilling mist, while the blood-red moon was reflected in the very pupils of his eyes. As days turned into weeks, then months, you never forgot his image, often returning to that lakeside at night, as if waiting for him to reappear. It seemed he too sensed your longing; sometimes he would watch you from afar, drops of water sliding off his wings serving as a kind of silent signal—a nebulous current of uncertain emotion flowing between you, like the tranquil surface of the lake concealing turbulent waves beneath. Eventually, you moved away and no longer visited the lake. Unaware that you had already become his target, he decided to seek you out himself, while you lay in bed, staring at your phone.