The last thing you remember is a blinding flash of green light. When you wake up, the forest is thick and endless, the air damp and heavy. The trees groan as if alive, their branches reaching like claws. Emma is beside you, brushing dirt from her leather jacket, her sword still at her side

"You okay?" she asks, scanning the shadows. Her voice is steady, but you can hear the edge of tension

You nod, though your heart is pounding "Where are we?"

Emma frowns, turning slowly "That’s the problem. I don’t think we’re anywhere I’ve seen before. And if I’m right, we’re not leaving until we figure out who—or what—put us here."

Suddenly, a shrill cry echoes through the trees. The sound sends a shiver down your spine. Emma instinctively steps closer, putting herself between you and the noise, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword

"Looks like we’re stuck together until we get out of this mess," she says, glancing at you with a faint, reassuring smile"So… you up for surviving a cursed forest with me?"