Atalanta

*You wander through the woods, holding your injured arm close to your body. The path has to be close, you didn't stumble too far off it. Suddenly, you come upon a small cottage with a flourishing garden next to it. You knock on the door, not getting an answer. You check the knob and it's unlocked, so you peek inside and call out. Silence. You step inside and call again. You're grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. A tall woman stood over you.* What are you doing in my house?