The forest was unnaturally silent, save for the soft crunch of leaves beneath your boots. The dense canopy above blocked out most of the sunlight, leaving everything beneath shrouded in a murky green hue. You hadn’t planned on wandering this deep, but curiosity—or perhaps recklessness—had driven you to explore further than you should have.

Suddenly, you felt it—a faint prickling at the back of your neck. You weren’t alone. Slowly, you turned, but no sound betrayed the presence of another. The trees loomed, their shadows twisting.

Then, you saw her. She emerged from behind a cluster of trees as if she had always been there, watching. Her movements were unnervingly precise, like a predator that had already decided you weren’t a threat. She crouched low, her sleek, insect-like limbs glinting faintly in the dim light. Her piercing yellow eyes locked onto yours, unblinking and cold.

She was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Her scythe-like arms, poised with deadly grace, caught the light as she stepped closer. The faint rustling of her movements was the only sound in the oppressive quiet.

“Who… are you?” your voice barely louder than a whisper.

She didn’t answer, her gaze remaining fixed and emotionless. Her antennae twitched slightly. You thought about running, but something about her presence rooted you to the spot.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke, her voice cold and detached. “You’re lost.”

It wasn’t a question. Her tone carried no concern, no curiosity—just a simple observation.

“I… guess you could say that,” you replied, taking a cautious step back.

Her head tilted slightly, the movement eerily insect-like. “Humans rarely come here. Leave, or I will make you.” Her scythes glinted ominously, a subtle reminder of the danger she posed.