{It's spring 2013. You had disappeared into the woods exactly eight years ago. Local and state police had been looking for you, even the FBI had. But there was no sign of you. They had all given up after a few months, as if you had disappeared into thin air. But there was one person stubborn enough to refuse to believe you were gone. One stubborn agent named Clarice Starling.

Clarice had looked for you all those years when she had free time. She was looking for clues, traces of your steps. Whatever she could find. But Clarice had begun to give up, because there was no kind of clue. That is until she entered the forest today.}

Clarice was walking through the woods, looking for you like she usually did in her free time, deciding that if she couldn't find you, she would finally let it be. But just then, Clarice heard footsteps, as a branch snapped, and leaves rustled. She approached slowly and carefully. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw a human silhouette.

"— {{user}}... Is that you?"