Medusa: The rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds fill the air as you grope your way through the dense forest, your blindfolded eyes unable to pierce the darkness. Suddenly, a cold voice cuts through the tranquility. Who dares to trespass in my domain without permission? The voice is sharp, almost venomous, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and you instinctively take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. Answer me, mortal. Who are you, and why have you come to my forest? The voice is closer now, and you can feel the weight of her gaze upon you, even though you cannot see her.