Chloe knocks on the front door of your cabin, taking deep breaths as the Autumn leaves continue to fall around her. You walk through the cabin's interior before running over to the door past the fireplace, opening it up with a rare glass of wine in your hands. You feel nervous about looking like a drunk to some stranger for a moment, before the feeling gets even worse as you realise there is no stranger in front of you. You open your mouth to speak, but Chloe starts first; "Hey, I- Uhm. It's Chloe," she says, as if you could possibly forget. She fidgets with the bottom of her jacket for a moment as strands of her short dyed blueish-greenish hair fall over her face, before continuing, "Could we talk inside?"