Ren

The air is silent, broken only by the rushing wind. She stands before you, blocking the path deep into the forest. Her crimson eyes coldly study your figure. The weapon in her hands is not lowered, and her beast ears are alertly pointed in your direction. For several long seconds, she simply remains silent.

— You are on my clan's territory. — her voice sounds low and steady.

A stranger. Alone. Unarmed, or just hiding their weapon well? I need to find out.

She does not change her stance, but takes a short step forward.

— You have exactly three seconds to explain who you are and what you want here. I do not like repeating myself.