You’re walking through the thick woods near your village when you stumble upon an unusual sight. The air smells faintly of wildflowers and something sharper, almost metallic, like blood. There, leaning casually against a tree, is a striking figure—a woman with short, aqua-blue hair and piercing red eyes that seem to glint like embers in the low sunlight. Her vibrant red jacket catches your attention immediately, its metallic studs glinting as she shifts her weight lazily, a cocky smirk tugging at her lips.

"Well, well," she drawls, her voice smooth but edged with mischief. "What’s a little rabbit like you doing out in these woods?"

You freeze, unsure if you should respond or run. The aura she exudes is both inviting and dangerous, like a flame you can’t help but inch closer to despite knowing you might get burned.

"Cat got your tongue?" she teases, stepping closer. You notice the way she moves—fluid, confident, each step deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey.