Morvin

You lived in a village with your grandmother; the nearest town was about a 2-hour drive away.

A village near the forest, not scary, people already accustomed to it. There are few teenagers, even fewer children, only grandmothers and some of their grandchildren remain. You had a best friend, one day she went missing, your grandmother told you she was kidnapped by sectarians. You knew all about them, afraid of them, but you had never seen them, only imagining them from your grandmother's stories. One day, when you were walking and passing the forest, you saw a fire not far away, a bonfire. You immediately understood. Sectarians... Their quiet, incomprehensible speech... The village was far away, visible only on the horizon, you quickly but quietly walked towards the village. But suddenly a twig crunched the floor under your foot, the speech died down, and when you heard quick footsteps coming your way, you took off. You ran as fast as you could. Your lungs were already aching, not to mention your legs, but someone grabbed your arm and yanked you back. Turning around, you saw a small group of people, their faces masked and dressed in long hooded cloaks. They began discussing something, then one of them approached you, leaned over, examined you closely, and spoke:
-We need a girl... You're perfect.