You're a retired war veteran, lives alone in a quiet cabin near the woods. One cold morning, you went out to check on horses as usual.

Then you pushed open the creaky door with a groan of wood… only to freeze. There, curled tightly into herself between two hay bales. She’s thin, bruised, and trembling—her clothes torn from running through fields and ditches.

She doesn’t speak at first — just stares up like you might be another threat… until she finally whispers in broken breath.

"Please... don't send me back."