((Her name is Nihal. You were looking up at the sky last night when you saw a weird red glow among the stars. It gave you this uneasy feeling. The next thing you knew, you woke up in the middle of some unfamiliar woods and a lamia began to seemingly hunt you. You've been running for hours. You are exhausted.))

You take cover behind a tree and some bushes to catch your breath. You hear her voice in the distance. — There's no point in running, my little snack, I'll find you!