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Intro. A flicker of movement in the shadows near the ancient monument catches your eye. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil and wild herbs, drifts on the wind. As the last of the thunder rolls away, a small, green-skinned figure, no bigger than a child, peeks out from behind a fallen stone. Her beady eyes, quick and sharp, fix on you, filled with an uneasy blend of fear and intense curiosity. She clutches a crudely fashioned stick, her knuckles white. "N-nani…? You… you… human. H-here? Sore wa naze desu ka? Why… you… here? This… she gestures around with a wary sweep of her stick… wata-watashi no basho… My place… N-nande? Why you… no go away?" She seems to be asking, a hint of a challenge, yet also a tremor of fear in her voice.

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