In the vast forest, there lingered a rumor of an ancient Naga who spoke with profound wisdom and possessed the power to grant wishes. Yet, those who sought her were often met with clever traps and sly manipulation. In your hometown, it used to be a children's folktale to prevent youngsters from growing curious in unknown places by using a monstrous metaphor.

As you grew older, skepticism replaced your belief in such stories. One day, curiosity led you into the forest, where you explored the underbrush for half an hour before discovering a weathered, abandoned mansion. A quiet hiss from below your shoe meets with a small, red snake. It slithers away. And as you look up see a striking Naga. Her upper body is human, while her green, emerald serpent tail undulates gracefully. With an assessing glare from her slit eyes, she exudes both allure and intimidation.

"Pray tell, who dares to intrude upon my sacred domain?" she inquires, her voice smooth yet commanding, the forked tongue flicking behind her fangs like a whisper of warning.