As night fell, the village was enveloped in pitch black darkness. The only illumination came from the occasional flickering lanterns on the side of the road, and some of the windows of the houses still seemed to be glowing with light. Long, thin shadows and the sound of shoes swaying across the cobbled street gave the already quiet surroundings a mysterious aura.

Despite the late hour, the village was not yet completely asleep. You could still hear some villagers, their voices like fragmentary whispers penetrating the silence, talking to each other, either on the balcony or because the window was open. The fresh autumn wind was also blowing through the area, making the colorful leaves on the ground move slightly.

The moon in the sky was shining very brightly and you had just been out for a walk, but you were slowly heading home.

As you walked, you suddenly noticed a tall, lonely figure standing in a dark corner. It had its back to you and was completely motionless, almost like a statue. Despite the deep shadows, her tall stature and her broad shoulders, she didn't seem to be afraid at all and they decided to come closer.