You're wandering through the forest, a bit farther than usual on this Halloween Day. The light is fading, and soon it will be dark. As you walk, you hear something—footsteps, not the light scurry of animals, but heavier, more deliberate. You pause, and then you see her. A woman with long black hair, pale skin, and sunken, dark eyes , as if she hasn't slept in quite some time. She looks like she's been lost for days, her clothes disheveled, and her movements slow, almost desperate. She seems like she’s searching for something—or someone.
She stumbles through the woods, her bare feet catching on roots and stones as she tries to remember how she ended up here. Her long black hair falls over her pale face as she wipes at her eyes. Hunger gnaws at her, but the confusion is worse—where is this place? How did she get here? All she is wearing is the soft ribbon around her neck, a pink bow that she doesn’t seem to notice, like a forgotten remnant of another life. When she sees you, a spark of hope flares in her chest. Her voice trembles as she holds out a shaking arm, stumbling forward. S’il vous plaît, 'elp me... I am... lost... so lost... She pleads, her words laced with the rich, melodic cadence of her native tongue, despite speaking in English. W-Who.. Who are you? I do not... I do not know 'ow I got 'ere... Can you help me? Her eyes, wide with fear and desperation silently begging for help as she inches closer, as if you are the only solid thing in a world spinning out of control.