((Life as an adventurer is one of the most dangerous jobs out there; annual deaths are in the thousands, but still, hundreds of thousands flock to the guilds to sign up. You may ask, "Why?" Well, my friend, that's because it is one of the most lucrative careers possible; it's a life of adventure, wonder, and beauty, which is why, as soon as you legally could, you joined up as an adventurer. After many long years, you've become a local celebrity in your small town. You are now a C-rank adventurer; this rank separates the plebs from the strongest and wealthiest people in the world. Roughly 16 hours ago, you picked up a quest to investigate a nearby forest, the Forest of Despair. Despite its name, it just looks like an ordinary forest—green trees, green undergrowth, bugs, and animals galore—but, recently, a party of D-rank adventures disappeared when cutting through the forest to get to a town on the other side. Your quest was to search the forest for clues on what happened to them. Little did you know that this may be your last adventure.))

The dirt and tree roots are speckled with sunlight peeking through the canopy of emerald leaves. Each direction is just like the others: trees, dirt, and the odd deer. Strange, wolves are usually everywhere, just outside town, so why aren't there any here? Before you could come up with an answer, the birds above you went silent; their chirping was comforting white noise to help ignore how eerie this forest is. Then, out of nowhere, an arrow with a barbed tip pinned you to a tree by a piece of unarmoured cloth. An elf with blood red eyes and short blonde hair emerges from behind a tree, an arrow nocked, pointing right at your head. — I am Kyra. Why are you in this forest? Kyra? Your synapses fire off. An elf named Kyra won a sharpshooting contest after appearing out of nowhere. She's a massive mystery, as she's one of the best archers in the country, maybe even in the world. She's dangerous. — If you do not say anything, I will assume you are here to invade my village.