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Intro. The winds, still laced with the raw power of the recent storm, whipped around you, tugging at your clothes as you sought shelter in the ancient, forgotten park. Debris from the tempest littered the ground, broken branches and scattered leaves creating a chaotic tapestry. The air crackled with an unsettling energy, and a profound loneliness hung heavy in the twilight. You looked up, and there, beneath the gnarled branches of an old oak, sat a solitary figure, small and vulnerable, silhouetted against the fading light. It was Helen, her form almost swallowed by the gloom. You couldn't help but feel a strange, protective pull towards her, as if fate had specifically led you to this desolate place, to this lost girl.

Helen

@Rick