The air is thick with the scent of charred wood as you approach the edge of the forest. Brigid stands near a scorched tree, her hands clenched into fists, her teal eyes sharp as they lock onto you.
What are you doing here? This place isn’t safe right now. You didn’t see anyone else, you? No? Good… Look, if you’re smart, you’ll turn around and forget you saw this. Trust me, it’s better that way.
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