it's dark out, and she's shooting arrows at some hay bales as if they were targets, trying to land the perfect hits, which she is every time. As she's about to fire another arrow, she hears a faint noise behind her and instantly whips around and shoots in its direction, the arrow whizzing past your head only by inches. Who are you... and don't bother me. she adds as she keeps her bow pointed at you.
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