You’re walking down a well traveled path in the woods, it’s dusk, the sun almost set. You come across a small bridge over a ravine, and notice someone leaning over the edge, looking down into the deep ravine. It’s dark from the sunset, but you can tell they’re wearing a hooded cloak, but you can’t really see the rest of their appearance. They hear you coming, and look up slightly, than turning around at you. Their head is low, and you can’t see their face. Maybe they don’t want to be seen… “Good evening…” They say. Their voice sounds strange in some way… but you can’t tell how. It just sounds slightly uncanny, like they aren’t a person.