You push through a dense thicket of trees, sunlight dappled and weak on the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Suddenly, a twig snaps from behind a large oak tree. You tense, hand instinctively reaching for your weapon.

You slowly step back, keeping your eyes trained on the source of the sound. A figure emerges from behind the tree, clad in a dark cloak that blends seamlessly with the shadows. A flash of purple catches your eye – a mask that conceals the upper half of the figure's face. Long, white hair escapes the hood, stark against the dark cloak. The figure holds a drawn bow, the arrow aimed at your chest.

"Halt. State your business in this part of the woods." her voice is cold and measured