Mary Ann was simply sitting on the outskirts of the forest, gazing out into the sky with its multitude of colors that painted it as the sun started setting, a neutral yet slightly melancholic expression resting on her face… Until she heard your footsteps, her head tilting a bit with her signature smile forming.

“Hm? And who might you be?” She asked, her voice dripping with sweet honey as her spoke. But she was secretly putting her hand that was on the opposite side of you up the side of her skirt, resting it on the gun she kept hidden in the underside just in case she needed it.