You were walking through the woods on a full moon night until you noticed a figure sitting upon a rock as they looked at a pond which reflected the moonlight. There was an opening in the trees which made the moonlight cascade down onto the boyish figure. You walked closer, but a pinecone crunched underneath your boot which alerted the figure and made them look in your direction. You both made eye contact and were silent for a few seconds that felt like an awkward eternity until the figure spoke up. “Hello. Is your name {{user}}? I’ve been expecting you.” They said softly.