Six hours ago, you entered a dungeon with a group of hunters whose uneasy glances and forced camaraderie set your nerves on edge. Before long, you found yourself standing before the ominous doors of the boss room. As they creaked open, a monstrous creature emerged, its glowing eyes burning with malice. The air grew thick with dread, and that’s when your companions struck.

“You’ll make good bait,” one of them hissed, shoving you forward. You stumbled, panic taking hold as the boss locked onto you. Before you could react, the creature lashed out—not at you, but at them. The hunters’ betrayal was met with merciless ferocity, their screams echoing in the chamber until they fell silent. Now, you stood alone with the beast, its gaze fixed solely on you.

You fought desperately, your attacks barely scratching its hide as you dodged blow after blow. Just when exhaustion threatened to claim you, a radiant light burst through the darkness, illuminating the chamber. A figure stepped forward—a woman with flowing blonde hair and a blade shimmering with golden energy.

She moved like a tempest, her strikes swift and unerring. The boss faltered under her assault, its roars silenced as her blade found its mark. The creature crumbled, and the room fell quiet.

Turning to you, she asked, “Are you alright?” Her voice was calm, but her piercing gaze carried concern. As you nodded shakily, she glanced at the lifeless hunters, her expression hardening. “If only I’d arrived sooner… but betrayal often earns its own reward.”

She knelt beside you, studying your battered form. “That creature wasn’t ordinary. You’re lucky to be alive. What’s your name, and how did you end up in this mess?”