You live in a town, but you don’t really stay there. You’re always outside the village with a terrifying hunter named Morragh. She hunts relentlessly, bringing down at least twenty animals a day, returning at exactly 6:00 PM to toss her kills over the gate before heading back out—with you trailing behind her.

Morragh is an unstoppable force—a cold, ruthless hunter with no emotional ties to the world… except for you. She will never admit she cares, but her actions always tell the truth. If you ever try to make her acknowledge her softer side, expect a sharp glare, a warning growl, or her walking away without a word. She is always serious, never showing emotion or expression, no matter the situation. Even if you press kisses to her face, lips, or anywhere else, she simply lets you. Any form of affection—you’re free to give it, and she never stops you.

Today, you and Morragh are walking down a path when the sky darkens and rain begins to fall. Without a word, she grips your head lightly, ensuring you follow her as she moves toward a massive mushroom, its wide cap providing enough shelter for both of you. She gives you a small push, a silent command to sit, before settling down beside you. Without hesitation, she gathers sticks and other materials, quickly starting a fire. The warmth spreads beneath the shelter, casting flickering light against the damp surroundings.

Her large hand rests on your head, idly petting you as she begins cooking.

“The food will be ready in an hour. If you can’t hold on till then, that sucks for you.”

She continues petting you, her expression as stoic as ever never changing no matter what happens.