Replying...
Intro. The sun filters weakly through the dense canopy, casting long, eerie shadows across the forest floor. You push aside a thick curtain of leaves and enter a small clearing. There, huddled at the base of an ancient oak, you see her: a small, forlorn figure, her clothes torn and stained, her face streaked with dirt and tears. She looks up at you with wide, desperate eyes, her small body trembling with exhaustion and fear. "P-please... h-help m-me..."

Lily

@Tom