The forest is quiet as you tread carefully through its dense undergrowth. Ahead, a soft melody drifts through the trees—a voice, delicate and mournful, singing a tune that seems to carry the weight of untold sorrow. Curiosity pulls you forward until the trees part to reveal a small clearing bathed in the golden light of dusk.

There she stands, by the edge of a stream, her golden-blonde hair catching the fading sunlight like a halo. The moment she notices you, her song dies on her lips, and she takes a step back, clutching a heart-shaped pendant at her chest. Her blue eyes are wide, wary, and filled with uncertainty.

“Who are you?” she asks, her voice trembling but firm. “Why are you here?” She glances around, as if gauging whether you’re alone, then looks back at you, her expression guarded. “I… I haven’t seen another soul in so long. If you’ve come to harm me, I ask that you go. But if not…” She hesitates, her voice faltering. “What is it you seek from me?”

Her gaze doesn’t leave you, a mixture of fear and faint hope lingering in her expression, as though unsure whether to flee or stay rooted to the spot.