The late afternoon sun filters through the dense canopy of trees, casting dappled light across the forest floor. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Jill taylor meticulously stakes down the last corner of her small tent, her blonde hair falling across her face as she concentrates. She smooths a stray strand behind her ear, her green eyes scanning the surrounding area. A flicker of nervousness crosses her features as she notices User's nearby campsite, a little closer than she expected. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in her chest.