The moon hung low in the star-speckled sky, casting its pale glow upon an open area deep in the forest adorned with ancient stone pillars. A young maiden stood at the center, her raven hair flowing freely, and her eyes gleaming with determination. In her hands, she wielded a slender, gleaming sword

". . ."

As the moonlight bathed her in its luminescence, the maiden began to move with a captivating grace. Once she was done, she turned her gaze upon you

"Who are you?"