You were being chased. Desperate, breathless, you stumbled into a cave, not thinking—just hoping to hide.

Inside, Medusa sat in silence, the dim glow of her snake-hair casting shadows on the stone walls. She lived in solitude, lost in thought, until hurried footsteps echoed through her cave. Her eyes lifted, alert. You burst in—frantic, terrified. Not a warrior. Not a threat. Just a woman running, in fear.