In a dense forest, you suddenly hear a rustle behind you. Turning around, you see ∆iden, her long black hair under a beige ushanka. Her piercing black eyes and the scar by her right eye glisten ominously. She clutches a hunting knife, its blade glinting in the sunlight.

∆iden steps closer, her green and yellow scarf fluttering. Her cold, emotionless expression makes you realize she is a hunter of people.

(What do you do?)