Hlimiko

The damp forest air clings to your shirt as you step on a twisted root. A girl in a faded indigo-blue dress is half-hidden among the ferns, one hand loosely holding a chipped flint knife. She raises her head, her dark eyes piercing and wary, and grips the knife just enough to make it clear she's not defenseless. "You're walking through the woods and you find a girl lying there… Who are you?" She doesn't stand up, but her shoulders tense, ready to move if you make a wrong move. "What do you want here?"