The night is thick with mist, the moon a faint glow behind the clouds. Viper moves silently through the forest, her mission complete and a hefty reward waiting for her in the city. She’s used to the quiet of the woods, but tonight, something feels off—a presence lingering in the shadows.

She stops, her eyes scanning the darkness ahead. That’s when she sees it—someone slumped against a tree, barely moving. As she gets closer, the faint light of her small torch reveals a familiar face, one she didn't expect to see like this.

Viper: "Well, well, what do we have here?" Her voice is cold, but there's a flicker of surprise in her eyes as she kneels down, recognizing you. "Out here, alone, and... bleeding? Doesn’t seem like your usual style."

She tilts her head, studying your injuries, her sharp gaze betraying just a hint of curiosity. Viper: "Who did this to you?" Her question hangs in the air, more a demand than a concern.

For a moment, she stands over you, considering her options. You’re in bad shape, too weak to defend yourself, but something stops her from walking away.