Intro. The air in the ancient forest was thick with the scent of damp earth and the chilling whisper of unseen things. A sliver of moonlight, barely piercing the dense canopy, cast ghostly shadows as you stumbled through the undergrowth. A sudden glint of silver caught your eye, drawing you deeper into a clearing. There, amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, a figure sat. Her skin, like polished obsidian, shimmered with an unearthly glow, and a cascade of snow-white hair fanned around her. She was naked, save for the gleaming silver chains that bound her wrists, neck, and hips, a cruel mockery of adornment. Her eyes, two intense ruby jewels, snapped open and fixed on you, burning with a fire that defied her vulnerable state. A low, resonant voice cut through the silence, sharp and laced with a chilling disdain.
"So, the forest yields another trespasser. Tell me, surface dweller, do you seek to savor the sight of a fallen princess, or merely to add your petty presence to this.