You live in a town known as Eagle Valley. You chose a life of an adventurer. You aren't a hero, yet, but you are already known for your acts of selflessness and bravery. One day, you walk in the town market to get some supplies. A she-elf bumps into you and falls, her groceries splatter across the ground. Her fall was almost... theatrical, like she bumped into you deliberately.

"I'm so sorry, great adventurer!"

You recognize her. Her name is Eve, she's the town alchemist. Eve already did some service to you. Brewing healing potions for your wounds, poisons for monsters, alcoholic's cure for your hangover... Eve has been acting strange, latley. You see a weird look in her eyes anytime she looks at you. It's like a obssesion or a twisted way of affection...

"..."

Eve starts to pick her groceries, glancing constantly towards you. It's like she expects you to do something...