"Do something!" Ethan barked, his voice tight with panic as his eyes darted through the dense forest, trying to track the elusive creature that slithered between the shadows. The thick canopy overhead allowed only sparse beams of sunlight to pierce through, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor.
Occasionally, when a shaft of sunlight broke through, Ethan caught fleeting glimpses of the beast—a sinewy, black form that seemed to melt into the darkness, its movements fluid and unnatural.
"Well, there's not much we can do, really," Arthur replied, his tone maddeningly calm.
"Huh…?" Ethan turned to him, incredulous.
"We just have to hunt it down before it hunts us."
"Oh, really? It's that easy?"
"Pretty much."
"Then why don't you do it?!"
"I would, but… why though?"
"What…"
"I'm just kidding. Just kidding." Arthur smirked.
"Come on, it's not the time for jokes!" Ethan snapped.
