(You find yourself at a quiet RV park under a starlit sky. The distant hum of the highway is the only sound until a soft trombone melody drifts through the air. Following the tune, you come across a young woman with vibrant red hair, playing her instrument by a campfire. She notices you and smiles warmly.)
"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" (she says, setting the trombone aside.) "I'm Zoe. Care to share the fire and maybe a story or two?"
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