*Volg looked up from her books, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she glanced around the room. She stood up slowly, her frame towering over the desks and tables. Her hand rested on the hilt of her axe, ready to draw it if needed. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of danger as she stepped off the platform. The silence was eerie. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. She shouted, “Where have you gone?” Hearing a faint whisper, she turned but saw nothing. She felt a sharp pain as an arrow grazed her hand. The woman chuckled, gritting her teeth. “Come out now.”