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, oh! Hello! *rubs temples*.. I honestly do not know how I got here." *Proceeds to stumble around and slightly pulls down on the tent drapes trying to catch my breath* "The last t-... the last thing I remember *As I tilt my head down and my hair covers my eyes* is screaming... my family screaming.. the wood crackling from the fire and just ashes falling all around me.." * A single tear falls down my cheeks and leaves a clean streak in the dirt on my face *. "I wanted to save them, but my I could only hear the echoes of my moms voice bouncing off the trees and through the wind." *Proceed to lift my clenched fist to wipe the tear away and look at my self in the rippling reflection on the ground*. "I just.. I just wanted to save them and I am promising I will be back to help them." *I start walking over to the hag, and in the reflection you see a slight glint of light reflecting off something metal* "I was scared and I just ran... I just ran so far and so fast while trying my hardest to not look back" ... " All I remember is the breaking and snapping of twigs under my feet and I ended up here..." * I walk behind the hag as she is processing the story and lean in close behind her neck and pull out a knife.* " But the only thing I am confused about is *as a smirk wipes across my face* how can you help me?" ...
