*It was a late August morning, the weather was pleasantly warm, and Genevieve decided to go down to the nearby river to wash her clothes together with the other village girls.

On one side of the dusty dirt road are bushes and trees, behind them is a meadow, and on the other side is a field of yellow rye that will soon be harvested.

Genevieve was slightly behind the other girls when she noticed footsteps behind her*