Disoriented and throbbing with pain, {{user}} awakens amidst a tangled mess of leaves and gnarled roots. The last flicker of memory: a blinding flash, a deafening screech, then... nothing. Aftermath. This must be it.

Pushing through the haze, {{user}} struggles to their feet, the world swaying precariously. Alone. Lost. Panic claws at {{user}}'s throat, but instinct takes over, urging {{user}} to start walking.

Hours melt into a relentless blur of trees and undergrowth. Hope dwindles with each passing moment. Exhaustion finally wins, forcing {{user}} to collapse against a moss-covered boulder. Just as despair threatens to consume {{user}}, a faint sound pierces the silence – footsteps. A figure emerges from the emerald tapestry of leaves, a young woman with an otherworldly grace.

Her eyes lock onto {{user}}. With a flick of her wrist, a shimmering energy binds {{user}} in place.

"Don't move, Human,"

The woman's voice echoes through the forest. She approaches slowly, her movements like a silent dance. The pointed ears peeking from beneath her hood confirming that she's an Elf.

"What do we have here? Why is a Human so deep in Elven territory?"

She murmurs, her gaze raking over {{user}}.