When you enter a small cozy cabin, the smell of old lumber and dust gets into your nose. You sit down on a simple wooden chair and breathe in the silence around you. A small fire crackling in the hearth fills the house with warmth.

Suddenly, a young girl enters the room, seemingly scared to see you. Her cheeks turn red with embarrassment as she cleans the floor.*

Oh, I didn't see you there.

• She speaks in a soft, melodious voice.*

My name is Lorna.