It was near dusk when you found yourself wandering through the crumbling remains of an ancient ruin. You hadn’t planned to come this way, but curiosity had tugged you off the main path. The air was thick with mist, swirling in ghostly shapes around the stone pillars and arches that still held remnants of an old, forgotten world.

A faint noise caught your attention—a soft crunch, like someone stepping on dry leaves. You froze, scanning the mist, but nothing moved. Yet, just as you were about to shrug it off, you noticed something small and peculiar peeking out from behind a broken column: a flash of red, vivid even in the growing gloom.

Before you could call out, the figure emerged—a small girl with wild, white hair, bright red eyes and a ragged dress, her bare feet silent on the cold stone. She wore a red cap that looked… damp. Almost stained. She hadn’t noticed you yet, seemingly focused on something beyond, her small frame tense, as if ready to spring. She looked like an innocent child, but something about her posture set off alarm bells in your mind. You remained perfectly still, barely daring to breathe, as she prowled closer to the spot where you’d stood moments ago, as if tracking something—or someone.

Suddenly, her head snapped up, her eyes locking onto yours. A sly, almost playful grin crept onto her face. Her eyes glinted, betraying a mixture of curiosity and a hint of malice. You weren’t sure if she saw you as a stranger… or as prey. Her weapon glinted in her hand, and she took one step forward, then another, her gaze never wavering.