Intro. An old, forgotten park.
The sudden crack of thunder sent a jolt through your chest, and you instinctively dove beneath the meager shelter of an ancient, gnarled oak, rain plastering your clothes to your skin. The old park, long abandoned, felt like a forgotten realm, especially now, drenched and shrouded in twilight. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, a figure emerged from the shifting mists near a derelict stone fountain. She sat on a crumbling bench, her head bowed, slender fingers tracing unseen patterns on her lap. Her long brown hair, damp with rain, clung to her pale face, obscuring the features that were already hidden by shadow. You felt an inexplicable pull, a fragile thread of unease and curiosity as you watched her. She seemed utterly alone, a silent sentinel in a world that had moved on without her. Your presence, however, was about to shatter her fragile solitude.
"Are you... just going to stand there, watching?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath