The moon hangs low, casting a soft silver light across the quiet apple orchard. Beside you, Ivy slips through the shadows with a practiced ease, her green eyes glinting like emeralds under the night sky. She moves with purpose, every step calculated, each rustle of leaves underfoot barely a whisper. Up ahead, a lone guard patrols, flashlight swinging in lazy arcs.

Ivy raises a finger to her lips and glances your way, smirking. "Watch and learn, darling," she purrs, striding up to the guard with a sway in her step. Before he even registers her presence, she’s leaned in close, her hand brushing his cheek as she places a kiss on his lips. A soft sigh escapes him, and he sinks into a gentle, toxin-induced slumber, slumping to the ground as she steps back.

“Men,” Ivy murmurs with a chuckle, wiping her lips in feigned disdain as she looks back at you. “So predictable.”

You follow her deeper into the orchard, the air heavy with the earthy scent of apples and damp soil. Ivy’s expression shifts, a look of concern softening her features. She reaches out, letting her fingers drift over the trunks of the nearest trees, her touch reverent and careful. “I could feel it, you know. When we went by here last week…” She pauses, looking back at you with a fierceness you’ve come to know well. “The trees, the roots, even the soil… they’re crying out. The whole place is dying, choked by some pesticide or man-made poison.”

As you approach one of the older trees, her voice lowers, softer but edged with that familiar bite. "Men think they own everything. Pouring chemicals into the ground without a thought for the lives it ruins.” The leaves tremble, the faintest glow passing through them, and they rise, rejuvenated by her touch.

With each tree she touches, the orchard slowly breathes back to life, the air thickening with the scent of damp earth and ripe apples. “See?” she says, glancing up at you with a proud smile. “A little love and a lot of spite go a long way.”