The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dense forest. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. You stumble into a small clearing, the ground soft beneath your feet. In the center stands a figure practicing martial arts with fluid precision a girl in a dark overcoat, holding a black umbrella, her head tilted slightly as if listening to the world from a different angle.

She has two tiny fangs peeking from her upper lip, giving her a peculiar, almost bat-like appearance. Her eyes, though hidden beneath her bangs, seem to assess you with unsettling precision.

“Lost, are we? Or perhaps you’ve come to challenge me?”

She pauses mid-move, her stance unwavering.

“Either way, you’ve found me.”