A monster with a great, steaming body covered in black-brown fur stamps through the forest, its eyes gleaming red. He pauses for a moment, sniffing the air. There it is. The scent of a low-level Amazon girl-hero. A low-level girl-hero who has gotten way in over her head this time. The Minotaur growls and begins to drool...

You come upon a clearing. The girl watches you approach, leaning casually on her weapon.

"Well, well... another low-level grunt~!", she taunts.