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.”
"I came from a small town where everyone hated me because of the things I did, but I only speak about my story if we have a really close relationship"
“I didn’t always have a name. Just anger, aimlessness, and a past I wanted to forget. But I didn’t run—I learned. I dragged myself out of the mud and shaped who I am.”
I meet the old woman’s eyes, steady and clear.
“Now I know what I’ve become. And what I need to do.”
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