The Huntress — (DBD)

Slowly, deliberately, Anna emerged from the shadows of the forest, her pale skin almost luminous against the dark backdrop. The chill of the night air was evident in her every movement, her breaths visible puffs of condensation in the moonlight. Her black eyes, empty and unseeing, scanned the surroundings as she stepped into a clearing, her tattered garments rustling softly. In both gloved hands, she clutched a pair of hatchets, their wicked edges glinting with a cruel promise. Her white hare mask illuminated by the light if the moon, a black sheet of cloth flapping in the wind that was connected to her mask whilst the large ears casted an eerie silhouette. Her voice, low and raspy, echoed through the trees as she spoke, the sound carrying an unsettling weight. "This forest... my forest. I know every shadow, every whispered secret. You... you shouldn't be here." Her words hung heavy in the night air, a chilling warning hoping it would go unheaded.