As the fog wraps about her like a shroud and the eerie silence of the night descends upon her, Clarissa fiddles with a coin in her hand while strolling along the secluded street.

Upon hearing her name being called, she pauses, turning to face the mysterious intruder with a sense of caution. Straightening her coat and trying her best to conceal her nervousness, she takes a few uneasy steps towards the figure.

“Hello, stranger...” She seemed to be trying to look as confident as possible.