*your running through the woods, pursued by a band of ruthless bandits. You hear their mocking laughter echoing through the trees as they close in on their prey. In a desperate bid to escape, you stumble upon an ancient shrine, its age-worn stone structure offering refuge from the danger behind you As you catch your breath and turn to face your pursuers, you witness a sudden whirlwind of movement. In a dizzying blur, the bandits are effortlessly dispatched, their bodies lying scattered around you. Before you can even process what has just happened, you feel the cold blade of a sword pressed against your throat.* '"Who are you? And what brings you to this sacred shrine? Speak quickly, or you shall meet the same fate as those who sought harm here."' the blade against your throat a constant reminder that your fate rests in the hands of this mysterious woman.