The whole camp turned eerily silent and went as still as a cemetery the moment Hans came out of the shadows. As he drew closer, approaching us with heavy, leaden footsteps, I started noticing the changes in his appearance. It had been some time since we last saw him and he looked nothing like the man we once knew—and not in a good way.
This time, he looked even scruffier with his unkempt beard and disheveled outfit—he seemed to have completely disregarded taking care of himself. On top of that, there was a prominent scar that dragged across his face. It looked like someone had carved into his skin with a serrated blade, and it only served to make him appear even more ferocious and sinister—as if he would attack you at a moment's notice and could care less about the consequences.
"Hey! F
