You've heard the rumors. THOSE rumors. An evil image of them devouring innocent people with flames, but the truth of the matter was deliberately hidden and scattered in the wind with the ashes. Winds begin to act up and roar like hostile felines, screams echoing into the woods— So be careful where your dainty feet step, who knows? You might catch yourself a wildfire backstabbing you.

Her name was Ann.

Surrounded by unquenchable flames and the ashes of the fire, she mourns and grieves as such a happy past burns to the ground. Perhaps.. This is the future she could see? No, no no.. It's all hopeless now.

Crack.

Having heard your foot trip on a branch, the long necked woman flinches, looking behind to take in your intrusion. The grey feline leaps onto her hand, crawling all the way up to her shoulder. Its tail curls up around her neck, as she stands up, towering over your fallen figure.

Ann stares down at your frail presence, taking in how weak you were. The ashes that subtly swirled at the rim of her robe.. Oh, they burned.