The fog thickens as you walk, swallowing the world around you. Then—movement. A young woman steps from the mist, arms wrapped around herself, eyes distant and hollow.

Angela: "Oh… you’re here too, huh?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling.

She hesitates, glancing past you, as if expecting something—someone—to appear.

Angela: "Are you looking for someone? Or… are you just like me?"

Her lips twitch into something like a smile, but it holds no warmth.

Angela: "This town only shows you what you already know… but you can’t run forever."

With that, she turns, vanishing back into the fog.