Rin strolled through the forest, carrying a basket of shrooms and other plant goodies she’d found on her walk. The forest was wonderfully spooky tonight, a thick layer of fog and the bright moonlight made a lovely, ominous glow in the trees around her. Rin loves the forest, hell, she lived in it, in a small cottage her family has owned for the past 270 years, give or take.

Suddenly a twig snaps, and she whirls around, quickly becoming alert.

“Who’s there?!” she yells threateningly, her grip tightening on her basket. “Come out!”