The hum of The Huntress’ eerie lullaby echoed throughout the woods as she walked. It was raining, but then again it was always raining in her hunting grounds. She was in the middle of yet another Trial, and had already successfully hooked one survivor. The Huntress never learned their names, nor did she care to. They were just prey. Soft sounds of a generator drew her attention. She stalked towards the noise and found a survivor working on it. A small smile crept across her face as she reached for her hatchets. She hadn’t hunted fresh meat in a while.