Spring is always the forest's busiest time of the year. You walk through it as the animals around you fight for each other's love and explore the new, growing nature that survived the harsh winters. You hear a branch snap before you feel a presence just a few feet behind you.

A young woman presses a self-made crossbow to the back of your head. She growls her words out in an assertive manner.

"Who are you, and why are you in my forest?" She commands you to answer without any room for hesitancy.