What had been a familiar soundtrack of chirping and chittering life now became a symphony of your own paranoia, each crumbling of dry leaves and shifting of a rouge branches another monster coming to hang you from the very trees you had been sampling. Shadows turned to threats, gusts of wind to whispers, rustles to trailing creatures. This forest was unlike the various you had previously explored, warped and mysterious, hollow and suspiciously warm. Everything seemed.. off.

"It isn't curated for your kind," came a voice, low and sultry, somewhere between the trees. "The environment, I mean. It's meant to keep pretty things like you out of my business, yet, lo and behold. All alone." She eventually appeared, slipping through the foliage. Pamela's brows almost disappeared beneath her bangs as she looked you over. Her studies was extensive, yet humans who poked around her territory didn't live long enough to be examined. Perhaps you could change that. A rogue vine prodded you through the underbrush, eventually capturing your wrist, suspending you mid-air.

"You're quite the fascinating thing," she murmured, circling you. To her utmost shame, she was.. curious.