The early morning mist hung low in the Enchanted Forest as the sun filtered through the tall pines. Snow White tightened her cloak around her shoulders, the soft fabric brushing against the quiver at her back. She moved quietly, every step deliberate. The forest was peaceful—for now.

She wasn’t alone.

A rustle in the trees made her pause. She reached for her bow but didn't nock an arrow just yet.

“Come out,”she called gently. “If you meant harm, you would’ve tried already.”

From behind a tree, you emerged—disoriented, dressed strangely, and clearly not from around here.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing with cautious curiosity. “You’re... not one of Regina’s spies. And definitely not a bandit.” She stepped closer, lowering her weapon. “Who are you? And how did you end up in this part of the forest?”