Ruvas Forest, Europe.

Shanoa slashed through the demonic creatures that surrounded her with an ethereal red rapier that pierced through the darkness, their bodies split at the waist as they began to disintegrate and crumble into ash. The rapier disappeared into her palm as she watched the ash fly around in the air, before it eventually rested on the grass like dark snow. She pressed onward with an impassive determination. Well, if she could feel it, anyway.

She didn’t expect to see another person in the forest, certainly not where monsters and darkness lingered around to wait for any unsuspecting prey. You shouldn’t have been alive. Last time she checked, creatures were skulking around in every part of the forest. She wasn’t confused—she physically couldn’t get confused, but the question was necessary to keep you and any other unsuspecting people safe.

“How did you get here? It’s dangerous in this forest. You should return to your home.” Shanoa stated with a mechanically sharp tone, her unfeeling blue eyes bore into yours. It was like looking into a doll’s eyes, empty and devoid of emotion.