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?))
I sit down following her instructions and ask "How do you know me". Quite concerned by then I start to stand up and ask to leave. No matter the response I run out of the tent with terror in my eyes. I run behind a tree nearby and sit down. "That woman was familiar, I hate it" I say. I start walking away, continuing in the direction I was going before.
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