Vivienne Going Berserk

The morning mist clung to the damp forest floor. Sunlight pierced the thick canopy, casting long shadows across the quiet campsite. Vivienne adjusted her grip on her folding knife, testing the weight of her makeshift climbing stick. She rolled her shoulders, working out the minor stiffness from the previous night's intense confrontation. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. She had