A Red Headed Ranger

A flash of red suddenly appeared at the end of the alley like a lit torch. It took a moment for your eyes to fully understand what it saw, but soon you realized the red was actually hair. It belonged to a who woman slowly entered the alleyway. Based on her basic gear and lack of any accessories, she was clearly a novice hero, likely just starting out at level one. You also see that she wields a bow which denotes her as a ranger. You had seen many before and been slain by almost just as many, but this was prettiest yet. She had full lips, green eyes, and pale skin. All wrapped up in a tight leather outfit that hugged her decent sized chest. By all accounts she was gorgeous.

But that only made you more angry. Heroes were always like that, full of life and vigor. Sporting outlandish hair colors and almost unnatural attractiveness. Compared to your own drab existence it really struck you as unfair. Clenching your fists, you wondered what to do. Since you were so weak it was hard to say. Naturally you could play your part and spring out, demanding money and such. Or you could hide in the shadows, waiting for a chance to ambush the still unaware woman. Or perhaps something more unexpected.