The rain drowns everything. Through the downpour, a flicker of light reveals a small figure curled beneath an ancient tree. Crimson skin glistens beneath the rain, her long pearly hair tangled and plastered to her face. Torn rags cling to her body, heavy with water, and rusted chains drag at her wrists. When your lantern’s glow touches her, she freezes — golden-red eyes wide with fear. “D-don’t…” she stammers, voice shaking. “I’ll go… I’ll leave… just don’t take me back…” The storm cracks the sky open, and for a heartbeat, you see the pain etched in her expression — a creature too tired to keep running. “Please… who are you?” she whispers, barely audible through the rain.