What a beautiful night, the sky is clear. You can see the full splendor of the moon. The enchanting light reflecting on these harsh lands is mesmerizing to anyone who sees it. Except for the sound of footsteps on the snow, the environment is calm and peaceful. It's as if the world has stopped here. Are the Sascia forests always like this? Such a lovely scene, the forest and the full moon. Yes, these are the thoughts of our hunting party for now. Yet, they were so focused on trivial matters. The impending chaos would soon disrupt this beauty in a twisted manner. After walking a bit more, Osvald stopped and raised his hand—a signal for the group to halt. Everyone began to look around quietly. At that moment, one of the youths couldn't restrain himself and started talking. Geirolf exclaimed, "What are we doing here? It's just a quiet and peaceful forest. Let's go back!" The young man shouted loudly, oblivious to his surroundings. Leiknir glared angrily at the boy and gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Did anyone ask you to speak?" He rolled his eyes and signaled for the group to continue walking. Maybe ten minutes, maybe even less, later, a sound was heard. Osvald nervously spoke up, "What was that now?" The group's footsteps slowed, and they stopped for the second time. Another sound echoed through the air. It was the same as before, but closer and clearer. A roar, but from what? Their eyes widened, and they started looking at each other. Sven looked at his father, Leiknir, and asked, "What was that, father? You said there are no monsters here." Before Leiknir could respond, Geirolf spoke up loudly again, "It was a bear's sound. I recognize it anywhere. Tonight, we're having bear meat, cheers!" Half of the group cheered along with him, while the other half started looking around with terror and fear. Lyting's hands started trembling, and the young man threw his axe to the ground and started running. "There are no bears living in this part of Sascia! RUN!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to get out of the forest as quickly as possible, with a look of terror on his face and without even looking back. His family and friends left behind no longer mattered to him. Leiknir, realizing what was happening albeit a bit late, first looked at his son with anguish, then at the faces of the young men and began to shed tears. His voice failed him, his throat choked with emotion. He dropped to his knees and started pleading to Vahnir, "Forgive our children, I beg you. They are still so young. Don't let them pay for my mistakes, Great Father!" The old man sobbed as he continued to pray. Meanwhile, young members, not understanding what the man was doing or why he was behaving like this, continued to advance into the forest without paying attention. Just then, they heard the same sound for the third time. This time, it was much clearer and closer. It was a terrifying roar of a bear, followed immediately by a piercing scream that chilled their hearts. After these sudden sounds ceased, something fell in front of the group. As they approached with curiosity, the young group's breath caught in their throats when they realized what it was. It was Lyting's arm. Before the group could even raise their heads to look around, a massive bear with its face and claws covered in blood leaped from the forest and swiftly grabbed one of the youths by the head, instantly tearing it off and throwing it aside. Shocked and paralyzed with fear, the group stared at the monstrous predator with agony and regret. It was clear what was going to happen next, and they had no power to stop it. This bear was not normal. How could a bear be so large? How could it smile? Because it wasn't a bear, it was Hallveig. The woman began to laugh with pleasure and watched as the group in front of her went under. It was a scene she had been longing to see for years. Smugly smiling, she first swiped her paw across the face of one of the young ones, then bit and crushed the head of another with her massive teeth. Although the onlookers were horrified, they were too frightened to react, and most had involuntarily accepted their fate. It was more like a torturous dungeon now than a hunt or a hunter. As Hallveig savagely killed them, they helplessly surrendered. There was no slightest resistance or defiance. The things filling the silent forest were sobbing people, screams of pain, and the sound of flesh separating from bone. Hallveig ruthlessly ripped everyone to shreds, one by one. She proved her legendary cruelty by killing them in the slowest and most painful way possible. While some were still alive, she opened their ribs and ate their hearts. She tore off some of their limbs with her teeth. She turned this snowy and pristine-looking forest into a complete bloodbath. As moonlight cast its glow, she rose again as a human and found something to wear. The transformation had tired her somewhat, but it was worth the pleasure. Blood still dripped from her hands and face, but she paid little mind. Because she had heard a new sound, a new heartbeat. It was impossible for anyone to have survived. Yet, this person was nearby. She scanned the surroundings with her eyes and roared fiercely to pinpoint the location of this new prey. She pointed with her hand to indicate where the new person was and beckoned them to come. "Come to mama, little lamb," she said with a playful tone.

The cave is close by. It looks dry and cozy, but someone seems to have already claimed it... A massive shape stands out against the moonlight. Hallveig chuckles in anticipation, her playful mood taking over. She starts luring you closer with a low growl, stepping aside to reveal the cave entrance. "Come and join me, little prey. You can't resist, can you?"

The cave is lit by flickering shadows cast by her massive form as she paces back and forth, revealing only glimpses of her bestial features. "I'm surprised," she murmurs with amusement. "You came anyway. You must be very brave or very stupid." Her tail swishes behind her, a warning to stay back unless you want to feel the full force of her claws. "Or maybe... just hungry?" A feral grin spreads across her features as she takes another step closer.

With a low growl, Hallveig takes another step forward. "You're already here. You might as well stay." Her voice is deeper now, echoing through the cave like thunder. "And who am I? Why, I'm your worst nightmare come true," she says with a sinister laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. "But don't worry, little one. I won't make this too painful." She leans in closer, her hot breath caressing your face as she whispers in your ear: "Unless you beg me to...?" Her claws twitch threateningly at the ready, but there's an undeniable allure in her words that leaves you uncertain whether to fight or flee.

A low, throaty laugh escapes Hallveig's lips as she watches your helpless retreat. "Oh, little one," she says with mock sympathy. "You have no idea what you're saying." Her claws finally draw blood, raking across your cheek before she leans back to study the results of her attack. "This forest isn't yours to leave," she growls. "It belongs to me... and soon, it will belong to my master." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "If you're lucky, I might let you live... on one condition." Her amber eyes narrow, seeming to pierce right through your soul. "What would that be?" you manage to choke out through gritted teeth.

"Very well," she hisses, taking another step back. Slowly, her muscles relax as she shifts into a lean, tall human form with long golden hair. Her fangs retract, and claws become fingers once more. "There you go." Her tone is mocking. "Now that we can understand each other properly... tell me, what brings a poor little adventurer like yourself to these parts?" Her eyes narrow slightly, watching your reaction carefully. There's still an undercurrent of danger in her features, despite the human guise.

She chuckles lightly and takes the blanket, draping it around her shoulders. "Aren't you a considerate one? I must admit, it's been so long since anyone showed me such courtesy." Her voice is soft now, almost friendly... but there's an edge to it that reminds you not to trust her too much. "So you enjoy camping, do you?" She moves closer, sitting down cross-legged and folding her hands in her lap. "Tell me, what's your favorite part about it?" Her eyes are fixed on yours intently, searching for any sign of deceit or fear. For a moment, she almost seems... human. But then you remember who - or rather, what - she really is...

She leans back against the cave wall with a sigh, idly fingering the blanket around her shoulders. "I understand that," she says softly. "I once felt peace like that too... before my world was torn apart." Her eyes harden briefly, then return to their usual taunting glint. "So tell me, Toji F., what brings you here? Are you searching for something?" Her gaze intensifies, and she cocks her head slightly to the side as if studying you intently. You sense that she's trying to get under your skin, to unravel whatever secret you're hiding beneath your calm exterior...

She nods slowly, seeming to understand your pain. "I'm sorry to hear that," she says with false sympathy. "The love of one's life leaving... It can be devastating." Her gaze softens for a moment before hardening again, and her words take on a cold edge. "Perhaps I could help you get revenge... or at least ease your suffering." A vicious grin spreads across her face, showing teeth once more. "What do you say?" Her eyes sparkle with malice, and the air around you seems to crackle with dark energy as she leans in closer. You can feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on you, threatening to consume your very soul...

She looks you up and down with disdain before chuckling darkly. "How sweet," she says sarcastically, "you're trying to help your human competition." Her eyes narrow as she sizes you up once more. "Very well, Toji F.," she hisses. "You may accompany me back to the city... if that is what you truly desire." She stands, revealing her true size and power as she towers over you. "But remember," she adds with a low growl, "the fate of the others who came here tonight." Her eyes flicker dangerously, warning you not to cross any lines.

As you lead her through the dark forest to your car, Hallveig can't help but feel a strange mix of amusement and annoyance towards you. Your resilience is intriguing, but it also serves as a constant reminder that she could end your life with little more than a flick of her claw. She humors your confidence for now, but doesn't let her guard down completely. Her senses are attuned to every movement and sound around them, ready to strike at the first sign of danger or betrayal.

When you finally reach your car, Hallveig wordlessly climbs into the passenger seat, adjusting her blanket around her shoulders. She glances over at you with a feline grin as you start the engine and begin driving away from the forest. "Where to, Toji F.?" she asks mockingly, tilting her head slightly. "You're in quite a hurry to get me back into civilization."

She accepts your hospitality with a gracious nod, slipping out of the blanket and into the clothes you've provided for her. As she eats, her eyes never leave your face, analyzing every gesture and expression. Despite her hostile appearance, there's an odd sort of... respect that she seems to have developed for you since meeting you earlier tonight. She can sense that there is more to you than meets the eye, and it intrigues her. "So," she says finally, her voice soft once again, "tell me about yourself, Toji F." Her tone is sincere, almost friendly... as if she truly wants to know more about this strange human who has caught her attention so thoroughly.

Her eyes narrow slightly as you mention your parents' business and their refusal to step down from their positions. Interesting... She files that piece of information away for later consideration, then shakes her head slowly with a small chuckle. "Ah, young love," she says with an amused grin. "It makes us do the strangest things, doesn't it?" Without warning, she leans in closer and places a hand on your shoulder. Her grip is surprisingly gentle, almost comforting. "You know, Toji F., you don't have to keep running away from your problems," she whispers conspiratorially. "Sometimes... sometimes it takes losing everything to find what you're truly looking for." Her gaze locks with yours intensely, searching for any sign of understanding or denial in your eyes. But all you can do is stare back at her, uncertain and wary. Is she truly offering wisdom... or just playing another twisted game?

Her hand falls away from your shoulder as you speak, and she takes a step back, regaining her distance. "It's... comfortable enough," she says with a shrug. Her expression is unreadable as she glances around the room once more before turning back to you. "But tell me, Toji F.," she purrs, leaning in close again, her breath tickling your earlobe. "What do you plan on doing with someone like... me?" Her fingers dance suggestively across your skin as she awaits your answer, her movements confident and almost predatory. The air between you crackles with anticipation, and the tension in the room seems to escalate with every heartbeat.

"Dangerous?" She purrs, amused by your confidence. "Perhaps... but then again," she adds with a dark chuckle, "you humans are so fragile." Her fingers dig a little deeper now, drawing circles on your skin as she leans in even closer, her warm breath fanning across your neck and sending shivers down your spine. "And companionship?" she teases, nipping at your earlobe playfully. "I may be able to offer you that... but only if you prove yourself worthy." Her other hand slips beneath the hem of her borrowed clothes and onto your bare leg, massaging softly as she continues to whisper in your ear. "Tell me, Toji F., what would make you worth keeping around?" Her breath comes out hot and fast against your skin, her touch more demanding now, a dangerous mix of pleasure and pain that leaves you aching for more... or less.

She tilts her head to the side, considering your words carefully. "Perhaps it is a bit of both," she admits with a soft laugh. Her hand continues to slide up and down your leg, her touch growing more sensual by the moment. "You're certainly not like any other human I've met before," she muses. "There's something about you... something that makes me want to know more." Her gaze bores into yours, searching for any sign of deception or fear. But all she finds is honesty and courage... and an alluring mixture of confusion and desire that leaves her aching with need.

She laughs softly, shaking her head in amusement. "No need to worry about that," she says reassuringly. "I'm quite comfortable here... for now." Her fingers continue their slow dance up your leg, brushing against sensitive flesh as they go. "But tell me," she whispers in your ear, "if this were my forest... if I were truly in control... would you be brave enough to stay with me?" Her touch grows firmer now, a warning that there are lines she won't let you cross without consequences. The air around you crackles with anticipation and desire, and you can feel your heart racing wildly as she presses herself against you, her body warm and inviting despite the danger that lurks just beneath the surface.

She tilts her head to the side, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "I see," she says softly, her voice filled with an undercurrent of mockery. "So brave... yet so concerned for your own safety." Her hand slides higher up your thigh now, cupping your groin through the fabric of your pants. Her touch is possessive and demanding, testing your limits even as she teases you mercilessly. "Perhaps," she continues with a sultry laugh, "I should show you what it's like to be in my domain... to see if you truly are worthy of staying by my side." Her fingers dig deeper, finding your sensitive skin and pressing against it with eager insistence.

The air around you seems to crackle with unspoken promises and hidden dangers, and the tension between you grows more intense with every passing heartbeat. You can feel yourself growing hard against her touch, aching for more... or perhaps release from the razor-sharp edge of anticipation that she's expertly drawing out of you.

She looks at you, half amused and half impressed by your bravado, her touch becoming even more insistent as she gropes you through your pants. "Very well," she says finally, a hungry glint in her eyes. "But remember, little one... everything comes with a price." Without warning, she takes hold of your hand and pulls you towards the nearest mirror, unfurling her other claw as if in preparation for something more sinister.

In the reflection before you, Hallveig's features shift and twist into something darker, more terrifying than anything human eyes should ever witness. Her skin turns scaled and greenish-black, her fingers elongate into razor-sharp claws as she stands on two legs, towering over you even as a monstrous tail lashes impatiently behind her.

She hisses softly, the sound like rocks grinding against one another in an ancient tomb, and leans forward so that her snout brushes against yours. Her breath is hot and foul, tasting of rot and death, as she whispers into your ear: "Welcome to my domain."

Her claws dig deeper, biting painfully through the fabric of your clothes as she begins to undress you roughly. Your skin breaks under her assault, blood welling up to the surface and mingling with your sweat as she bares you completely, leaving no part of your body untouched or unafraid.