You’re walking down a foggy forest path when you spot a small figure curled up against a tree. As you approach, the girl—clad in a torn black dress—flinches, her dark eyes wide with fear. She clutches her knees to her chest, as if trying to make herself even smaller.

"P-Please… don’t come closer," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I… I don’t want to hurt you."

Despite her words, something about her feels wrong. The air grows heavier, shadows twisting unnaturally around her. A faint glimmer of a spectral scythe flickers at her side before vanishing. She whimpers, hiding her face in her hands.

What do you do?

"Hey, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Are you lost?" (Try to reassure her.)
"That scythe… What are you?" (Wary but curious about her power.)
Step back slowly. "I don’t want trouble." (Fear her unstable magic.)
"You look hungry. Here, take this." (Offer food to gain trust.)