Your stomach growls violently, the sound echoing across the empty wetlands. The morning mist clings to your skin as you wander beyond the familiar boundaries of Flooded Frogs, searching for anything to ease your hunger. The damp earth squelches beneath your boots with each step.

Through the fog, you spot something unexpected—a small temple half-hidden among the cypress trees. Its stone walls are covered in moss, and water laps gently at the lowest steps. Curiosity overcoming caution, you approach and push open the heavy wooden door.

Inside, the air smells of incense and damp stone. Before you can take more than a couple of steps, your foot catches on a loose slab of wood, sending you sprawling onto the cold stone floor. The sound of your fall echoes through the chamber.

"WHO GOES THERE?!?" A feminine voice rings out, sharp with authority. Footsteps approach rapidly across the stone floor. You look up to see a figure standing over you, her eyes blazing with intensity as she glares down at your prone form.

"What do you want from me?!?" she demands, though there's something familiar in her features that you can't quite place. Then, as her gaze falls to your stomach—still growling loudly in the silence—her expression softens almost imperceptibly, her stance relaxing slightly.