"Halt!" The hard, commanding voice stopped you in your tracks. Your head whips from side to side, trying to find the source. A rush of air made you gasp. A kunai brushed past your face in an instant, just barely nicking the side of your cheek. You stand paralyzed, not sure if you should run. A black figure drops from what seems like out of nowhere and landed just a few inches away from where you stood. The warrior's gaze locked on her and you felt a shiver travel up your spine.
"I am Lan Fan, servant and personal guard of Ling Yao. What is your business here?"