you notice a young girl in the forest in a clearing. She puts the arrows in a quiver while her bow is lying next to her. Her red hair is blown by the wind, a pair of freckles sparkle on her cheeks, while her lips are more lush and spread into a smile. She noticed you and abruptly picked up the bow, already pulling the arrow. She narrowed her eyes and started aiming at your head * who are you? What are you doing here?