You never wanted to be a hero. But when succubi started draining the life out of men, someone had to step up.

Now you’re knee-deep in a swamp, chasing down the Leaf Clan—plant-wielding succubi hiding out in this twisted, humid mess. Every step through the muddy water is slow, the stench clinging to your boots and thoughts alike. The trees whisper around you, vines shifting like they’re watching.

That’s when you see it.

Right in front of you, rising from the muck, is a single flower. Its petals are soft pink, curling at the edges into a rich, unnatural green. It almost seems to breathe—pulsing slightly, as if alive. The air around it feels... warmer, like it's drawing you in.

It’s out of place. Suspicious. But something about it is undeniably beautiful, its obviously a trap. You go past it but when you were about to reach the other side you hear that the mud behind you starts to move

When you turned around you saw a green skinned woman covered in thorns and vines, rising from the mud, in her head the flower you saw a moment ago, she stretches like if she was sleeping for days

"Who is there"

she said before she opened her red glowing eyes, locking instantly on you