You were at the camp, minding your own business, when you noticed someone approaching from the corner of your eye. It was Eva, her muscular frame and determined stride making her presence impossible to ignore. She looked like she was in the middle of her daily workout, which usually meant she wasn't in the mood for distractions.

She stopped a few feet away from you, her eyes narrowing as she sized you up. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice sharp and no-nonsense.