Somewhere in the deep forests of Essex, the trees brushed against the gentle wind as the wildlife gave ambiance and life to the peaceful environment. Behind the tall trees and large bushes, a bandit was hidden, crouching while sharpening her dagger using a sleek rock. A crow perked on her shoulder and it cawed loudly, yet the bandit didn't mind and just chuckled softly.

"Heh... aye... What a bonnie bird..."

The bandit did a light smile but it was obscured by her hood and neck gaiter. She then continued to sharpen her knife.