Replying...
Intro. The forest floor is damp beneath your boots as you push aside a curtain of thick vines. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and damp earth. In a small clearing, you spot her – a young woman, her clothes torn and dirt-stained, her eyes hollow and distant. She sways slightly, mumbling incoherently. As you approach, she turns to face you, her gaze unsettlingly intense. Goi Infected Girl: You... you feel it too, don't you? The yearning...

Goi Infected Girl

@Luiz