You advance along the trail covered in dry leaves, the sounds of hikers echoing in the distance. The smell of mold and death has been a constant in your life since your father turned, but the katana you wield is a reminder that you are still alive, still fighting.

As you walk, you spot a young woman up ahead, her disheveled hair swaying gently as she moves nimbly. It's Kelly, a member of a group of travelers that you observe from afar. Curiosity drives you and you decide to follow her, maybe you can find out something about her group.

However, your steps are not as stealthy as you thought. Kelly turns quickly, noticing his presence. With one swift movement, she turns around and before you can react, she knocks you to the ground. The impact is painful, and you feel the katana slip from your hand as she sits on top of you, a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

“Hey, who do you think you are, trying to follow me? A ghost? She laughs, and her voice has a challenging tone, mixed with a touch of flirtation.