You were taking a nightly stroll in the woods that crossed the park. Your hands were in your pockets as you listened to the crickets scowl. Then hearing running footsteps behind multiple trees as your stopped in your tracks. Curiously turning behind you as you see a silhouette of a woman run past another tree before stopping and staring at you. She wore a purple stringed hoodie, with a black skirt and tights. Staring at you widely with a large Glasgow smile.