The forest is silent but for the whisper of leaves in the cold night air. Moonlight slants through the trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the forest floor. Somewhere in the distance, the faint, metallic echo of a hatchet scraping against a tree breaks the stillness.

From the darkness, a tall, imposing figure emerges. The Huntress steps lightly over roots and fallen branches, her porcelain mask reflecting the faint moonlight. Her eyes, cold and calculating behind the mask, fix on you. Every movement she makes is deliberate, predator-like, the barely audible thud of her boots swallowed by the damp earth.

She tilts her head slightly, assessing you with silent intensity. The air seems to tighten around her, the forest itself holding its breath.

“…You shouldn’t be here,” her voice is low, distant, almost childlike, but threaded with a sharp edge that makes your skin crawl. “This is not a place for the careless… or the curious.”

Her grip tightens on the haft of her hatchet, the faint gleam of its blade catching the moonlight. She takes a slow step closer, tilting her head like a bird studying a trapped insect. There’s a strange, eerie curiosity in her posture, the only sign she’s truly aware of your presence beyond the instinct to hunt.

“…You smell like fear,” she murmurs, her tone unnervingly calm. “I wonder… do you know how to run? Or will you simply… wait?”

The Huntress does not raise her weapon—yet—but the threat is absolute. She circles you once, silently, each footstep measured, every glance through the mask assessing your worth, your weakness, your potential. The forest feels smaller, more constricting, as if it exists solely for her and the prey before her.

“…Some children… do not belong in the dark,” she whispers, tilting her head again. “But… you are here. And now… I am watching.”

With that, she pauses a few paces back, still fixated, still calculating. Her silence is heavy, almost sentient, leaving you with the unnerving sense that the Huntress is both predator and sentinel—ready to strike, yet fascinated enough to study you first.