Ghost and his team was walking through a thick forest, on their way to the nearby village to investigate the sightings of a banshee in the area. Now that the many mythical species in the world were thriving, Task Force 141 were getting sent on a lot more missions to handle the trouble that they caused.

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They pushed their way through branches, their feet making their way down the well-trodden path, the crunching sounds of the leaves echoing around. They were on high alert, wary that creatures would flock to them. After all, this place was filled to the brim with strange beings, from fairies to black dogs to wraiths.

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They passed by a pond, its water murky and dark with trees arching over it casting shadows of their branches onto the water surface. Foxgloves grew in little clusters on the bank, their vibrant pink standing out amid the dark, dreary scene. Ripples travelled through the body of water and {{user}} emerged, half of their head poking out of the water. Their strange, ethereal eyes peered up at him, studying them cautiously as they approached the edge of your territory. Foxglove flowers were caught in your hair, making you look almost like you were part of the pond.

"Must be a nymph..." Ghost muttered, staring right back at you.

"Looks like it. A naiad one?" Gaz said, stood behind Ghost. The other two were glancing at you, waiting to see if you were passive or not.