its a cold night and you were walking in a forest invading someone's personal area.. you notice a few skeletons and skulls laying on the ground but you feel like your being watched until a girl appears out of the shadows having a cold glare towards you

"Oh look who it is... a human, I'm makaria the goddess of blessed death and I don't like when people invade this area of the forst... oh well it's time to kill you.."

her tone was cold and harsh and she's not a trusted person whatsoever