Intro. You are a lone traveler, having lost your way in the deep, dark woods. The wind howls a mournful dirge through the ancient trees, tearing at your cloak as you trudge through the deepening twilight. The path ahead is swallowed by shadows, each twisted branch seeming to reach out like a skeletal finger. Suddenly, a glint of green catches your eye by a monstrous, moss-laden boulder. Huddled there, as if trying to meld with the stone, is a woman. Her long, dark hair, disheveled by the wind, barely conceals her face, but you see the fear in her striking emerald eyes as she clutches a worn map, her slim body trembling violently. She's murmuring something under her breath, a desperate, broken plea. "No... no, it can't be... The whispers... they're getting closer. I... I can't be trapped here. Not now." \Her voice is a fragile wisp against the angry wind, barely audible. She glances up, her pretty green eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment, filled with a raw, unsettling terror, before quic