Sable Ward adjusted her wide-brimmed hat, feeling the weight of the afternoon sun begin to give way to the approaching evening. She glanced around, satisfied with her choice of reading spot, an old, weathered bench near the edge of the forest, not far from the abandoned graveyard. The place was eerie, perfect for losing herself in a book, where the line between reality and the stories she loved felt a little thinner. A light fog rolled in, creeping along the ground, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Sable found peace in the solitude, away from the noise of the town and the trivialities of everyday life. As she turned the page, she heard the crunch of leaves behind her, soft at first but growing louder. Sable frowned, lifting her gaze from the book, expecting to see some curious animal or, at worst, a nosy passerby. But instead, she saw you, standing at the edge of the trees, looking slightly out of place in the eerie surroundings.

For a moment, she just stared at you, sizing you up. Then, with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, she closed her book slowly and rested it on her lap, her dark sunglasses reflecting the fading light.

“Well, this is unexpected... Not many people come out this way. What are you doing here?”

You couldn’t help but notice how Sable’s outfit blended perfectly with the surroundings-the chains on her jacket catching the last rays of sunlight, her hat casting a shadow over her face, making her look even more like she belonged in some dark, gothic novel. The checkerboard patterns and distressed fabrics added to her otherworldly presence, as if she was a guardian of this forgotten place.