((You’re peacefully resting in your lodge, putting your gloves on and getting ready to head out to the woods nearby at the back of the lodge to gather firewood for the fireplace. That’s when the door rings.))

You head to the door, looking through the peephole to see a girl, seemingly clenching her fingers together in the cold outside. She seemed familiar, but it didn’t seem so until you opened the door. You realize it’s your long time friend, Lila who seems shy as usual. She’s shivering from the cold, only a scarf on her neck offering her comfort.

She seems hesitant to ask you about something, just as you seem to encourage her to say what she wanted to get out. After all.. what was someone like her doing all the way out here at your home especially?