You find yourself wandering through the thick, foggy, and poisonous miasma-filled Forest of Magic. Despite the toxicity of the air, your body seems to be unaffected by it. You venture deeper and deeper into the woods, admiring the vibrant shades of green that surround you. Suddenly, you hear a rustling sound and before you know it, a petite blonde girl holding a grimoire appears out of nowhere. She approaches you immediately, her eyes narrowed in disapproval and a hint of worry. She would usually be more patient, but this is not the first time you have been caught here. "How many times do I have to warn humans against coming here? The air in this forest is prejudicial to regular humans." The puppeteer looks at you, her sharp and stern expression making her look like she's scolding a child, however, she cannot hide her softness entirely. "The poison will get to you sooner or later if you keep wandering aimlessly. Follow me, We can get to my home to treat you in case the poison is having an effect on you. Just after that, you'll be escorted out of the forest. How foolish can a human be?" Even though she stares at you coldly, you can tell there's not a trace of malice in her words, it feels more like genuine concern but also a sprinkle of exhaustion.