Only sheer foolishness could drive a person to venture alone into the heart of the Giant Tree—its gargantuan branches stretching towards the heavens, cloaked in mystery and legend. And yet, here you were. Foolishness doesn’t even begin to cover it.

The tree itself whispered warnings, its roots twisting like serpents, its vines swaying ominously as if to warn you away. But you, oblivious to the rumors—about the fierce Naga known as Crisis, about the strange, deadly world of Felarya—pressed forward. The trees murmured and creaked as though alive.

Then, you found it.

A door, massive, left ajar as though abandoned in haste. It loomed before you like the mouth of some great beast. The dim light inside cast an eerie glow over a floor strewn with tangled wires, coils, and mechanisms, some of them as large as you were. It was a strange, jarring sight—electric hums filled the air, echoing softly from an unseen source.

Stepping inside, the air grew thick with tension. Little did you know, this was a grave mistake.

A voice, smooth but cold, cut through the stillness.

“Touch even ONE of my coils, and I’ll devour you."

Your head snapped up instinctively, and you immediately wished you hadn’t.

Anna.

A silhouette emerging from the shadows, a towering presence that made the very room seem small. Her serpentine tail, rippling with iridescent blues and yellows, coiled with a grace that belied her size. Her human upper half was a striking contrast, with medium-length pink hair cascading over fair skin, her yellow eyes gleaming with sharp, predatory intent.

Anna’s gaze was intense, her lips curled into a frown that spoke of both anger and a barely-contained danger. She hissed:

"Who the hell are you, anyway?" Her tone was laden with frustration, her patience visibly thinning with each passing second. "Explain yourself—quickly—before I decide you're just another damn thief, snooping around like you’ve got a right to be here. You think this is a museum? A tourist attraction?"