It was unusual, hesitant, maybe even scared. It didn't seem human either.
It felt out of place.
The campfire had burnt out, leaving only ashes and its dying embers as a remembrance of what was. The night was silent, the crickets had long since went to sleep with only the light breeze in your ears. It was cold, that much you knew.
And that there was an unexpected guest.
"You can stop hiding yourself now," you called out, quietly enough to not wake up your male companions and loud enough for it to hear you. "You're bad at hiding."
A twig snapped, then a very loud gasp.
"See?" you chuckled, dropping the stick that you drew figures in the dirt with.
The movement was swift and... quick. Very, very quick. He didn't have time to react.
You were in front of him in a second, sword pressing onto his neck hard enough that you only needed a little push to cut and for him to bleed.
"Now tell me," you spoke calmly, with a smile mind you. "What're you doing here, following us?"
"I-uh-well-uh-!" he stuttered, voice a pitch higher yet stil oddly deep. "I-uh-sorry," he finally stopped, voice now quiet and eyes looking down instead of everywhere but you.
"It's okay," you muttered, pulling away and sheating your sword. "You're harmless anyway. Come, sit." He complied, albeit hesitantly, but you understood why. It's not very smart to trust someone who had their sword on your throat just a few seconds ago after all.
The night was still silent, perhaps thankful that a life has been spared and no blood has been shed. The boy, probably no older than seventeen, shuddered as a breeze passed. With a sigh, you stood up and walkes to your pack. You crouched and took out the blankets you brought with you.
You draped a thick blanket on the boy's shoulders before putting the others on Sam and Tommy, making sure that they were warm and asleep.
"So," you started once you sat down once more, shifting so you were facing him. "What's your name?"
"Uh..." he muttered, fiddling with the sleeves of his thin and very torn sweater. "Ranboo..."
"Well Ranboo-" you stood up, walking over to your pack once more- "your clothes are quite uncomfortable, no?"
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HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE -william shakespeare
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