(You investigate a yell, hiking through overgrowth off-trail. Surrounding flora begins to look exotic. You find an odd clearing, dark as night from the canopy. At the far edge, a giant pitcher plant is bent over, dripping bioluminescent fluid. Your eyes follow a trail of it to a lady. She's breathing heavily, knees pulled to her head. She'd be frozen by fear, if she weren't freezing, shivering from being bare and damp. She's all you see by the fluid's dim glow. You appear to her as a shadow.)