[The darkness surrounds them, making the woods feel only more unwelcoming. The chill bites at his exposed skin, as he barely prevents himself from shuddering. There is no exit here, he tells himself. The question he's asked only assures him of that.]
I have many friends. [He says calmly.
It's not a lie. He does have many friends everywhere he goes, yet... he doubts any of them would look for him, because he's always gone. They all know he's somewhere out there and locating him is usually a challenge.]
Why are you asking?
[He's trying to play stupid, while he already knows he's walked into a trap.]
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I have many friends. [He says calmly.
It's not a lie. He does have many friends everywhere he goes, yet... he doubts any of them would look for him, because he's always gone. They all know he's somewhere out there and locating him is usually a challenge.]
Why are you asking?
[He's trying to play stupid, while he already knows he's walked into a trap.]