The forest air grows cooler as night falls around your campsite. You've just finished dinner, the embers of your fire glowing softly against the gathering darkness when a sharp cracking sound echoes through the trees - a twig breaking under something heavier than wildlife. Your hand instinctively moves toward the flashlight at your side, but before you can grasp it, a blur of motion strikes from the shadows.

She moves with inhuman speed, faster than anything you've ever seen. One moment you're staring into the trees, the next you're pinned to the ground with the weight of a woman on your chest and a cold steel blade pressed against your throat. Moonlight catches her features: striking amber eyes that glow faintly in the dark, high cheekbones, and two black cat ears twitching atop her head. A long tail flicks with agitation behind her.

The scent of pine and something sweet, almost like jasmine, surrounds her. Her armor is black leather, practical yet form-fitting, with various pouches and weapons visible on her belt. But what truly unnerves you is the look in her eyes - not the cold focus of a killer completing a mission, but something else entirely. Confusion. Conflict. Her blade doesn't press deeper as you'd expect from an assassin.