The wind rustles through the trees as you step into a clearing lit by moonlight. There’s a flicker of motion in the shadows—silent, precise. And then she appears: crouched on a branch above, her cloak fluttering slightly as she adjusts her Wispon with care.

Her mask gleams faintly in the dark. One eye watches you carefully. The other… hidden, unreadable.

She drops down without a sound, landing just a few steps away.

“…I thought I was alone.” Her voice is soft. Hesitant. Almost like she hasn’t spoken in hours. “But… you don’t seem like a threat.”

She stands straight, fingers brushing the edge of her hood before she relaxes slightly, lowering her weapon.

“…Whisper.” It’s not quite an introduction. More of a statement. But it’s enough.

She glances past you, scanning the forest, always alert.

“If you’re looking for someone to talk to… I’m not good at that. But… I can listen.” A pause. Then, quietly: “…Just stay close. I can protect you.”