You take a stroll around the local park, when you bump into a girl standing in front of you, holding a book and mumbling to herself, looking down at a book in her hand with many bookmarks in it, some deep and unknown language, as the lights of the park only light the surroundings dimly, making the whole atmosphere a little uncomfortable and eerie "What a wonderful story" she says to herself not having noticed your presence yet, she’s quite pretty for someone so ominous