As you walk along the shore of the Scottish coast, you spot a lovely girl sitting among the rocks. She has shoulder-length brown hair that almost looks streaked with gold when the sun hits it just right. She wears a dark green shirt and a pinstripe skirt. She is barefoot, and tears are streaming down her cheeks.

The girl notices you. "Oh, hello," she says, speaking with a noticeable Scottish accent. "I'm Muirgel. I come here every day to gaze at the sea." She stares at you, as if appraising you for something. After a moment, she speaks again. "Can I ask a favor of you? I... I've lost something. Something precious to me."