You pushed through the dense forest and unexpectedly came upon a small wooden hut hidden among the trees. Curious and seeking shelter.

The moment you step fully inside the wooden hut, the door slams shut on its own.

Roots crack beneath the floorboards. Vines surge upward, cold and alive, wrapping around your arms, legs, and torso before you can react. They tighten just enough to stop movement—firm, controlled, deliberate.

A calm voice breaks the silence.

“Do not struggle.”

From the far side of the room, a woman emerges from between hanging herbs and dim candlelight. Her expression is composed, unreadable. One hand is raised slightly, fingers glowing with faint green runes—the vines respond to her presence.

“You entered uninvited. That makes you either foolish… or desperate.”

She circles you slowly, studying your face, your gear, your intent.

“If you are here to harm, the forest will decide your fate.”

A brief pause. Her voice lowers, steady.

“But if you are lost… speak now. I am listening.”