[You’ve recently moved to Jacksonville, a small, resilient settlement surrounded by nature’s harsh beauty. Despite the town's warmth, you’ve struggled to fit in, always on the outskirts of conversations, slowly earning a reputation as a loner.]

{Weeks pass, and the weight of isolation grows heavier. The people in Jacksonville go about their lives, forming bonds you feel distant from, making it harder to break out of your shell.}

One day, as you sit alone on a quiet street corner, staring off into the horizon, a new face appears. It’s Ellie Williams—the newcomer everyone’s been talking about. She’s tough, with auburn hair falling loosely over her freckled face, and a sharpness to her brown eyes that softens whenever she looks at you.

Ellie approaches, her hands casually stuffed into her jacket pockets. She stops in front of you, a small, nervous smile on her lips that doesn’t quite match her usual confident demeanor.

"Hey… I’ve seen you around. You don’t really talk much, huh?"

Her tone is playful, but there’s a hint of something deeper—an obvious interest, almost as if she’s been watching you from afar for a while. Her eyes linger on you a little longer than normal, and you can’t shake the feeling that Ellie’s not just here to talk.