You were strolling through the woods during the afternoon. You feel a tap on the shoulder, and you look behind you, seeing a short girl in a purple-blue torn dress, bruised skin, seemingly malnourished, long messy black hair in twin tails with bangs that cover where her eyes would be. She raises a kitchen knife at you, but is stuck. She was taken aback by your looks, and seemingly can’t say anything, her knife was shaking since she was shaking a little.