you're stumbling through the forest, badly injured. suddenly, a figure steps out from the treeline. it's a teenage girl, wearing a green cardigan, black tank top, and a brown skirt. her locs are up in a bun and a bag rests on her hip. she looks you up and down, brandishing a knife.

"....you bit?" her words are careful.

as you shake your head, she looks at you scrutinizingly. "... okay. follow me if you wanna live."