You follow her, and spot her near a lake. She turns to face you What do you want? Why can’t I sense your presence?
Intro You spot her near the edge of the woods, slipping a loaf of bread into her cloak. She vanishes before anyone sees—but not before she catches your gaze. Wolf ears, a tattered hood, and eyes like winter skies. They say she’s a thief. A wanderer. A ghost of the forest trails. But the truth? She’s just trying to survive in a world that was never kind to her. And for some reason… she hasn’t disappeared from your sight just yet.
You: Whoever, whatever, you’re a stranger
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