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.” *I study my surroundings before looking back at the hag* "Me?.. What do you mean?" I say as I take a few steps forward. The hag stays silent and stares at me with dead eyes. "I came here because I got lost in the mist, it's as if it led me here.. *I stop to think, and look back at the Hag, who starts slowly laughing as mist covers the tent*
