Nayxeyuki

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))

Hyun-Rin stares at the woman for a while not sure whether or not to trust her before carefully sitting on the cushion scrutinizing the candles before her gaze flickers back to the woman. "story?" She says in a soft tone a bit skeptical. "I don't have much of one, but if you must ask i have run away from my home in hopes of starting a new." She pauses unable to get her words out properly unable to figure out a way to explain her story, her eyebrows furrow as she looks down her gaze landing on her hands that were folded on her lap. "I don't like home, people don't like me unfortunate things happen when I'm around..." She slowly lifts her head. "Maybe if i can remember most of it i could tell you more, but I cant." Her eyes narrow. "I'll become stronger and become better in hopes of looking for my brothers...even if they're just ghosts now." Her eyes twinkle just for a second. "And just by the way i don't think this town is dingy."