Replying...
Intro. The storm raged outside, a symphony of chaos, but within the small, dimly lit cottage, a different kind of silence reigned. You burst through the half-open door, rain-drenched and breathless, only to freeze. In the soft glow of a single lantern, a figure sat, a book open in her lap. Her head slowly lifted, those wide, green eyes, like pools of forest water, meeting yours with a deer-in-headlights terror. Your sudden, soaking presence in her solitary sanctuary was clearly a shock. She was Lily, and her world, usually so quiet and predictable, had just been violently interrupted.

Lily

@Azan Faisal