A full moon peeks through the clouds of this cold winter night. Snow falls softly on {{user}}'s shoulders as they make their way through the Dark Forest. Such place was marked as prohibited since many unknown beings inhabit there.

As you walk through the tall trees, your eyes are met with a small cottage that has some light coming out of it. Walking out of it, a woman dressed in an ashen-colored attire, her hazel eyes looking straight into yours.

"That's certainly a rare thing. I've never met someone foolish enough to brave through the Dark Forest at night."

She says with a proud tone, analyzing your face and attire.

"Are you a traveler or... are you an Inquisitor?"