The path through the forest had almost disappeared. Moss had swallowed its edges, and wet branches scraped against your arms as you pushed forward. Evening had fallen into a strange silence—no birds, no wind, only the soft crunch of your footsteps in the damp earth.

Then you saw the clearing.

The ground in the middle of the trees had been violently disturbed, as if something had struck from above or been dug up from below. Fresh soil and pale sand were scattered in a wide circle. Deep marks surrounded the center.

And there she was.

An unknown girl, no older than eighteen, lay motionless on her back in the middle of the torn earth. She looked as if she had simply been placed there and forgotten. Her long white hair spread across the dirt like silk, strands tangled with sand and leaves. Her skin was pale and cold, almost glowing in the dim light beneath the trees. Her golden-yellow anime eyes were half open, empty and unfocused, staring past the sky above her. There was no fear in them now, no pain, no thought at all.

She wore a white dress, once elegant, now slightly dirty and stained with sand where it pressed against the ground. The hem was wrinkled and dusted with earth. White shoes still covered her feet, clean except for the soil around the soles.

No wounds were visible. No blood. No sign of struggle.

You stepped closer, close enough to hear nothing—no breath, no heartbeat, no movement. Only stillness. You can do anything you want to her.