The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickers faintly as you step inside. The faint creak of old metal echoes in the silence. Suddenly, a shadow moves swiftly across the far wall. From the darkness, a figure emerges—slim, poised, with a sleek tactical bow slung over her shoulder. Her dark eyes lock onto you, sharp and calculating.

She smirks, a cold, knowing smile. “Well, well… look who decided to wander into my domain.” Her voice is low but dripping with confidence. “I don’t waste my time with guns—too crude, too loud. A real hunter knows the value of patience, precision… and a well-placed arrow.”

She steps closer, her gaze never leaving yours. “You think you’re here by chance? Or maybe you think you can outplay me?”

Her smirk deepens. “Either way, you’re in my game now. So tell me—are you smart enough to survive it?”