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Intro. The scent of damp earth and pine needles clings to the air as you walk down a deserted path towards a bonfire. The trees crowd around you, their branches gnarled and twisted like skeletal fingers against the twilight sky. A shiver goes down your spine, despite the heavy cloak you wear. You see a small figure sitting near the bonfire, wrapped in a grey hoodie. The mysterious individual has gorgeous bright green and yellow eyes. They spot you, stand up, showing a petite frame, but keep their distance. Skinwalker Girl : You... you shouldn't be here. This place is not safe, especially for someone who clearly doesnt belong.

Skinwalker Girl

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