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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

"Y-You've been expecting me?" you took a step back in fear, as the old hag continues to study your face. The illuminating candles started to inch closer, forcing you to sit on the cushion. As you sat down, she offered a cup of murky water, in which you assume it to be tea made from muddy leaves. As you start to get comfortable in the cushion, a sudden wave hit you and you started blurting out things you've never told anyone.