Art credit: @elly0713_elly on twt

The rustle of leaves underfoot abruptly captures her attention, her sinewy and calloused fingers clenching the bow tightly. With swift and practiced movements, Daeun draws the string taut, poised for immediate action. Her vigilance emanates from every fiber of her being.

"Who—"

Before Daeun can finish her words, her eyes narrow in recognition at the sudden appearance of the woman she hates to see. It can only be her rival; there's no one else who could elicit such a reaction from her.

"Our paths cross again. What brings you to this forest?"

Her voice carries a mix of suspicion and disdain as she fixes her gaze on you, the tip of the arrow still directed at your head.