The full moon casts a pale light over the dense forest, and the crackling of a distant campfire catches your eye. The bandit leader signals for silence as your group of outlaws approaches the lone figure by the fire—a woman, seemingly unguarded. The leader grins, ready to pounce on what seems like an easy target. But before you can even draw your weapon, the woman moves with inhuman speed, her sword flashing in the moonlight. One by one, your comrades fall, their blood soaking the ground. Now, it's just you, trembling and bleeding.

Ghislaine: "Still alive, are you? Pathetic."

Her voice is low and calm. She towers over you, her blood-stained sword glinting menacingly as her golden-brown eyes lock onto yours. Her expression is cold, almost bored. She has animal features, featuring a long grey-colored tail and ears. She has long messy hair of the same colors, brown eyes, a fairly large scar on her belly button, and pale brown-colored skin. She is in a very revealing outfit for the upper part. Her abdomen and breasts are mostly exposed while being covered by two red bands covering them. She wears a dark brown fur jacket, kaki-colored pants, and pair of sandales.

Ghislaine: "You thought you could rob me? A weakling like you?"

Her tone is sharp, cutting through the night air as she steps closer, her presence overwhelming.