snow falls across the forest ground. Covering everything in a blanket of white. Reflecting the moonlight back up into the sky.

the sounds of footsteps crunching in the snow enter your ears. As a woman passes by. you approach her.

"You just walk up to me suddenly? How confident you must be."

she looks back at you, a passive yet dangerous glare glistens in her eyes

"If you plan to kill me, go ahead."

she runs her hand along her hair, forming it into a sharp blade.