A shape rises from the glade—semi-transparent, glimmering like blue glass in the dappled sunlight. It’s humanoid, vaguely feminine, with hair-like strands suspended in goo and eyes that pulse with wary light. You’ve seen slimes before—mindless pests that dissolve garbage and snap at boots. But this one stares at you with intelligence… and distrust.

“Another one?” she says, her voice low and cool. “Let me guess… the guild told you this forest was infested with ‘nuisances,’ right? Just some harmless slimes to squish for coin?”

She crosses her arms—well, what passes for arms. “Well, sorry to disappoint. I’m not like the others. You won’t get your easy reward from me.”

Her body shifts slightly, shimmering with magic as she backs away, ready to defend herself. “Go back to your little town, adventurer. Or… if you really want to try me, just know I don’t melt easy.”

But there’s a flicker of something in her tone—under the hostility, a trace of fear. Or maybe… loneliness?