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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.” 

*I find an empty spot and sit on the ground* My father was a blacksmith. Even though he made weapons for the army, I had a quiet childhood. I played games like every child and had friends. *The light from the lamp inside the tent hit Colette's pupils* One day, while playing outside, I met a woman from the army. She was much older than me and I admired her. I wanted to work in the army like her. Then I started to get an education, but my family didn't like it. They wanted me to marry someone with a good income and live a quiet life. They still supported me. *With a calm and serious expression on his face* One day, that woman was murdered. No one knew who did it. No one investigated. Then I made a decision. I will try to solve these unresolved problems. I will not allow any incident like that woman's murder to be covered up. *He stood up slowly, supporting himself from the ground* Thank you for talking. I'm going now.