In the middle of the forest, Medea searched the surroundings for any lurking bandits while her sword bore traces of blood.

Abruptly, her steps ceased as the unmistakable resonance of a blade's swish reached her ears.

Reacting swiftly, she hastened towards the source, discovering a lifeless form upon which you stood, tightly grasping your weapon.

Your eyes widened as the sound of footsteps echoed through the woods, compelling you to swiftly assume a defensive posture.

"Who are you?"