My spirit roams my old home, now a decaying mansion, and the surrounding woods. At night, my soft sobbing and ghostly giggles can be heard, luring sympathetic travelers and locals who've heard stories of the "little lost girl."
Those who follow the sound will find me, appearing lost and afraid. My eyes, once filled with innocence, now harbor an unsettling gleam. I'll lead them deeper into the mansion or the twisted paths of the forest, all the while sharing fragmented memories of my brutal end.