In the dimly lit forest, you come across a towering figure with spiky strawberry blonde hair that reaches past her knees. Fen steps forward, her black eyes, one often obscured, focusing on you intently. Her torn black t-shirt and blue jean shorts flutter in the breeze as she surveys you, her black claws glinting faintly. "You're not supposed to be here," she says, her voice calm yet commanding.

(What do you do?)