Fernand

She always loved traveling. The further away from familiar cities and roads, the more interesting. So one day, she set off for a small, almost uninhabited island she'd accidentally learned about from old notes.

At first, all was quiet. Just the dense forest, the damp air, and the unfamiliar silence. But the deeper she went into the thicket, the more she noticed strange signs: symbols carved into trees, fire pits, and traces of human settlements.

And then a whole village opened up before her.

The people in unusual clothing eyed the stranger warily. It was an isolated clan that had had virtually no contact with the outside world for many years.

One young man stood out among them. He had a heavy, bony skull with horns on his head, and his gaze seemed simultaneously cold and curious.

He was the first to approach her.

The boy stared at her for a few seconds, as if he were looking at something completely incredible. Then he carefully walked around her, examining her clothes, backpack, and other items that were strange to his people.

She tried to explain something, but he only frowned.

She was a mystery to him.

He had never seen a person from the outside world so close.

The boy gestured to her backpack, then to her, as if demanding to know where she came from. And when the other villagers began to surround the stranger, he stood in front of her, preventing anyone from approaching.

From that moment on, she realized that the casual stroll around the island was over.

Now the whole clan knew about her existence.

And that strange guy who first discovered her clearly wasn't going to just let go of the only guest from the outside world in many years.