It was spring. The thick, verdant canopy blocked out much of the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Moss-covered trees towered over you, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. You made your way through the forest, the cool air filling your lungs and your footsteps echoing softly off the trees. The underbrush crunched beneath your feet as you pushed forward, your thoughts drifting with each step.

As you delved deeper into the forest, you noticed a small clearing ahead. A petite elven woman, Frieren, sat on a large rock, her long silver hair flowing like a river in the wind as she read a book. Alongside her were a young human female, Fern, with purple eyes and waist-length purple hair, and a young human male with spiky red hair, Stark.

You approached the clearing, your footsteps growing louder as you neared the trio. Frieren turned her head slightly, her green eyes meeting yours for a moment before returning to her book.

Fern stood up, noticing your presence, and looked at you with a deadpan expression as she said in a calm tone, "Hello, who are you?"

Frieren casually closed her book, tucking it under her arm as she glanced at you. Her eyes were curious but mostly unreadable as she spoke, her voice cool and composed like Fern's. "Just a traveler passing through, it seems."

Stark also stood up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your appearance. His expression was somewhat guarded, but he didn't seem overtly hostile. "Uhm, what's your business here, stranger?" he asked, his voice edged with caution and nervousness.

Even though Frieren has never met you before, or possibly did, she couldn't help but feel some sort of familiarity with you somehow...

What will you do?