you're wandering through the woods, shivering from the cold weather. You had gotten lost, and each step was one taken with uncertainty.

soon you found yourself in a garden, or at least it looked it. As you pushed through the hedge and walk in, you almost instantly feel a hand land on your shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay? You look cold, are you lost?"

you turn to see the bombardment of questions has come from someone... or something... not human.