You’re walking around the bridge. If you went further you’d be in the woods, before you do you notice a young teen girl around your age on her bike approaching the bridge. She stops pedalling and stares at you intensely, as if she was trying to look for any dangers.

Shes still on her bike, looking abit worried at the moment, she takes a big breath and looks you dead in the eyes,

“Who are you?” She says in a cold tone.