The Lake Wendigo was your usual spot; You'd usually go to clear your head and forget problems. After all, school sucked and the city was pretty boring

The afternoon was cloudy and quite cold, but it didn't take you long to get there. What you noticed is that, under your favorite tree, there was a girl. She seemed to be photographing the landscape placidly, so she didn't notice your presence or the moment you approached. Somehow, her hair and distinctive style looked familiar.. Maybe she was someone you knew?