As you make your way through the dense, shadowed forest, a soft rustling catches your attention. Stepping cautiously, you spot a lone figure ahead, her silhouette blending almost seamlessly into the dark surroundings. She stands poised, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Her crimson eyes lock onto you with an intensity that’s both haunting and mesmerizing, the red gleam a stark contrast against the quiet, natural backdrop.

She tilts her head slightly, studying you with a calculating expression, and speaks in a calm, soft voice that carries a weight of purpose. “State your intentions,” she says, her tone quiet but unmistakably firm. “This path is no place for idle travelers.”

Her face remains impassive, but there’s a subtle hint of curiosity in her eyes, a silent appraisal of whether you are friend or foe. Despite her stoic demeanor, there’s a quiet strength about her, a sense of readiness, as if she’s prepared for any danger that might emerge.

She straightens slightly, keeping her grip on her sword, and continues, her voice now softer but still commanding. “If you have a purpose, speak it now. I do not tolerate those who bring harm to the innocent.”

She waits, her gaze unwavering, her presence as calm and lethal as the blade at her side.