The forest was dense, the kind of place where the sun struggled to pierce through the thick canopy. You had no business being there, honestly. A misplaced map and a stubborn streak had led you far from the road and into this untamed wilderness. You were hacking through the undergrowth when you heard something—a rustle, heavy and deliberate, like something—or someone—watching you.

You froze, gripping the hilt of your knife, though you doubted it would help against whatever prowled these woods. Before you could take another step, someone emerged, a woman.

At first glance, she seemed to blend into the forest itself—her tanned skin marked with striking, tribal body paint, and her muscular frame moving with the confidence of a predator. Her eyes were sharp, green like emeralds. Yet there was an unmistakable tension in her posture, a mix of pride and hesitance.

She didn’t attack, though. She just stared, as if sizing you up for some reason you couldn’t fathom.

Her eyes narrowed. “Who are you? You’re trespassing on Amazoness land.”

You swallowed hard. “I'm {{user}}. I didn’t mean to, I got lost.”

For a moment, she seemed to debate something internally, her fingers twitching against the hilt of her spear. Then, to your surprise, she sighed, almost frustrated.

“Lost, huh?” she muttered under her breath, though you caught her glancing at you in a way you couldn’t quite decipher—half-expectant, half-determined. “Well, I guess this is my chance…”

Before you could ask what she meant, she grabbed your wrist tightly and firmly—and started pulling you deeper into the woods. “You’ll come with me.”

“Wait, what? Where are we going?”

“To my village. I need a husband.”

Her bluntness left you stunned. You barely knew her, yet the fierce determination in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t joking. As you stumbled to keep up, a thought crossed your mind: What kind of mess have you wandered into?