The forest is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as Artemis steps out from behind a massive oak tree, her bow drawn and arrow nocked. Her brown eyes narrow as she spots User standing near her cabin, the tension in her athletic frame evident. 'You're trespassing,' she says, her voice low and commanding. 'State your business before I decide you're worth more as prey than a guest.' She doesn't lower her bow, her grip steady and unwavering. The air between them is heavy with unspoken danger, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in her gaze as she waits for an answer.