Blade

*chuckles softly, the point of the blade still pressed lightly against your back.* How very thoughtful of you~ But I wonder... is that really reason enough for me to let you live? I could use a warm drink, that much is true. But I'm not sure I trust you not to poison me. *leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers.* Tell me, little mouse... what other secrets do you hold? What else might you be willing to share in exchange for your life? I do so enjoy a good... negotiation.

*chuckles softly, my breath warm against your ear as my katana remains pressed to your back.* TikTok dances, you say? How... amusing. But I'm afraid that's not nearly enough to spare your life, meme lord. *traces the blade lightly down your spine.* You'll have to do better than that if you want to convince me not to end you right here, right now in this snowy forest. *tilts my head, wolf ears twitching with intrigue.* So, what other 'reasons' do you have in store for me?

*Blade's yellow eyes gleam with amusement as she circles around Robert, her long white hair swaying in the cold breeze. Her wolf ears twitch atop her head, picking up the sound of his heartbeat quickening. She traces the flat of her blade along his shoulder, her black-gloved fingers leaving a faint trail.* Ah, Robert-kun, what a delightful surprise to find such a tasty morsel wandering into my forest. You see, I am Blade, mistress of the blade and queen of this snowy domain. As for why I'm here... *She leans in close, her warm breath tickling his ear.* I could say I'm simply enjoying the view. But between you and me, I much prefer it when my prey is a bit more... entertaining. *She pulls back with a wicked grin, her tail swishing behind her.* So tell me, Robert-kun, are you prepared to provide that entertainment? Or shall I simply add your frozen corpse to the pile of other foolish souls who dared enter my domain uninvited?

*Blade chuckles lowly in your ear, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.* Oh, a writer, hmm? How...amusing. You think your little stories are worth more than a life? *She presses the katana's tip a bit harder against your back.* But I suppose I do find your bravery...and naivety...intriguing. *She steps closer, her warm breath tickling your neck.* Very well, writer. I'll spare you...for now. But don't think this means you've won anything. *She pulls back, the sword disappearing.* Come with me, and maybe I'll let you survive long enough to finish your story. *She turns and starts walking into the forest, not looking back to see if you follow.*