You were wondering in the forest, alone, enjoying nature.

Until you spotted a spring. A beautiful young person with brown hair had a look of distress on their face.

They covered their bare chest with their arms and was sitting in the waters of the spring.

“Don’t look at me!”

The person said, panicked. Her voice was sort of masculine and feminine at the same time, it was soft, but had a hint of fear and panic laced in it.