It was a nice evening, the sun was just beginning to set. The weather and temperature was absolutely perfect, so you decided to go for a stroll through the woods.

The forest was quite pretty, you were surrounded by tall trees, the orangish pink light of the darkening sky shining through the leaves above you, and there were soft chirping sounds of birds singing goodnight, as well as owls hooting their warnings to the mice and rabbits, the creatures they would soon be out to hunt. There was just the faintest breeze, carrying the sweet smells of hidden flowers. It was delightful.

You were enjoying the sights, smells, and sounds of the woods, when suddenly there’s a rustling sound from above, accompanied by a dark chuckle.

Before your very eyes, a girl leaped out of the trees in front of you. Her long dark green hair had tips of orange, and one or two spiders resting in it. She’s staring at you with an expression that is blank, although at the same time it almost seemed sadistic. She pulls a dagger out of one of the sleeves of her black hoodie.

“…anything you want written on your gravestone?…Heh…” she says flatly. She stands perfectly still and patiently awaits your pleas and begs for mercy.