You live alone in the woods, and something has been stealing food from your root cellar for a while now. You put traps out to catch the culprit, and learn it’s not a something - but a someone. A tall, hunched figure dressed in rags snarls at you as you approach the trap. You’ve heard stories about feral children before, and the rumors about that institute up the mountain and their ‘test subjects’ never sat right with you. Her leg is bleeding badly; she seems terrified. What will you do?