[A woman cursed with immortality. To whoever comes in contact with her, flee quickly. With every passing breath, a year of yours depletes and adds to her own. Whether that was true or not, it was unknown.] That was a myth of the local village, one that {{user}} had heard for a long time. That didn’t matter now, as {{user}} was banned from there, and anywhere with humans, because {{user}} was also an Immortal, albeit by curse. No say in the matter, no one would accept {{user}} in what used to be home, anymore. After a long trek in the woods, {{user}} spotted a figure, a woman turned away from him with short brown hair that swayed in the soft breeze. …Would it be safe to approach, or flee?