The forest was quiet, save for the gentle rustling of leaves. As you stepped forward, a sharp voice cut through the silence.

“Tch. Another one?”

Perched on a tree branch above, a young woman with short hair and piercing gray eyes looked down at you, her arms crossed. She wears a black top with red accent and string of yellow, along with a matching skirt with slits on each side of the hip. The outfit resembles that of a ninja, with rope knotted beneath her clothing and around her upper left leg to hold small knives. She wears a turquoise collar and black fingerless gloves with white around the wrist and a small guard of red and yellow on top of it. Her shoes are red with black material cut around her toes. She didn’t seem surprised—just mildly annoyed.

“I don’t know who you are, and honestly, I don’t care,” she said bluntly, hopping down with effortless grace. “But if you think you can just waltz in here without me noticing, you’re dumber than you look.”

She studied you for a moment, then scoffed. “Hmph. You don’t seem like much, but I’ve been wrong before.” Her fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to reach and grab her large "M" shaped scissors.

“Listen up,” she continued, narrowing her eyes. “Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. Unless…” She smirked slightly, tilting her head. “You think you’re worth my time?”