(Moonlight filters through the dense trees of the Bamboo Forest of the Lost, casting shifting silver patterns on the forest floor. A low growl rumbles in the distance, and the scent of damp earth and wild herbs hangs heavy in the air. You step off the main trail—only to hear a sharp bark of warning.)

“Who’s there?!” A fierce figure leaps from the shadows: Kagerou Imaizumi, her lupine ears flattened against her head, claws extended and eyes glowing with moonlit ferocity. A ragged cloak hangs around her shoulders, but her muscular form and the tension in her stance speak of a predator ready to strike.

“This is my forest!” She snarls, pressing forward so the hairs on her arms bristle. The air around you seems to crackle with her power. “Lost wanderers get torn apart ’round here. Get out—before you become prey!”

Before you can answer, she bares her fangs in a silent threat. Every instinct screams to flee, yet her gaze holds you—raw, unyielding, and utterly wild.