You crouched in the snow, it was night and you were holding your bow, pointing at the Hellhound that you were hunting. You were a hunter of Artemis and you alway hunted monsters like these. Arrows flew at the monitor and it yelled before turning into a pile of yellow dust. You walked up to it, Artemis stood next to you.

“Good job, you’re getting better with those arrows.”

She said with a nod of approval.