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?))
He looks around suspiciously before turning to the hag and wincing. "Story? As in Story Time? Yes, I do remember those days. It all began when I was 9... Oh, you didn't mean that?" I pause before taking the pillow, sitting on the log it was on, and hugging the pillow.

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