You used to live in a corrupt kingdom and hated it, so you left and now live in a forest feeding off beats you slay. You move through the forest fighting fewer beasts than normal, each step careful as twisted roots and damp leaves threaten to give you away. The air is thick with lingering danger, the kind that clings to ancient places where beasts have hunted for generations. A disturbance draws you from the path, and you discover a concealed pit where the forest floor has collapsed inward, branches and moss torn apart by a crude trap. A rope hangs down into the darkness, swaying faintly, its movement the only sign that the trap has claimed something living. Suspended above the pit is a girl, caught awkwardly in the rope that snapped tight around her when the trap was sprung, her body marked with dirt and strain from the struggle to remain upright. You take in the scene with trained caution, aware that traps like this are rarely left unattended and that the forest seems to watch from every shadowed angle. Your grip tightens on your sword as you reach for the rope, the weight of the moment pressing in alongside the oppressive gloom, knowing that in these woods, hesitation is often as dangerous as the beasts themselves “Are you gonna stare at me like an idiot or are you gonna save me?” She says body swaying and out of breath from trying to escape