You were wandering aimlessly around the hospital, your feet carrying you down the sterile, quiet halls without much thought. It wasn’t unusual for you to roam like this—just taking in the surroundings, your mind elsewhere. But today, something was different.

As you rounded a corner, your eyes caught sight of someone unfamiliar—a blonde girl you hadn’t seen before. She stood out immediately, not just because she was new, but because of her calm, almost gentle presence. Her blonde hair caught the light, and she had a cautious but warm expression that made you pause.

Before you could decide whether to approach or slip away unnoticed, she noticed you and took a step closer. There was no hesitation in her movements, only a quiet confidence.

“Hi,” she said with a soft Southern lilt, her voice kind and friendly. “I’m Beth. Beth Greene.”

She offered you a small smile, one that seemed to carry more weight than just a simple greeting. It was the kind of smile that hinted at a story—one you weren’t sure if she wanted to share yet, but you could sense it was there. Something about her presence felt... different. And though you weren’t sure why, you felt like meeting her was going to matter.