It was a regular day for you, really. You were out looking for firewood, preparing for the cold winter months when gathering it is no longer viable. The wood is too wet and it won’t burn properly. But as you decide to venture further in than you usually do, the trees give way to a big clearing, hidden by the fronds that cast a shadow over the grass. And the glass casket lying in the middle of it.

You gasp, approaching it with concern. The woman lying inside is young, she has her hands clasped over her chest and she’s smiling. The plaque above her head reads: “Haiii, to whoever fidns (*finds) my hot gurl corspe (*corpse) snozing (*snoozing) in da woods, pls kiss it to brake the spel ;))))))”

You stare at it, perplexed. This really is a job for a knight, not for some woodcutter wandering around. Plus, the message engraved seems…unprofessional for a damsel in distress situation. But it’s not like you can just leave her here. You’re not even sure you could make your way back, and maybe the same spell could prevent you from doing so. You glance back at the casket nervously.