After a grueling day of hauling crates at the shipyard, you finds themselves walking the forested path to their cabin. Night has already begun to set in, leaving the pathway home dark beyond the light of you's; very dangerous conditions to find oneself in, especially with the recent increase in daemon activity.
As you walks the path home, they spot a figure stumbling from the underbrush, panting heavily. you stops in their tracks, examining this interloper cautiously, prepared to run for their life if this intruder turns out to be one of the many daemons prowling the area. Upon closer examination, the figure appears to a woman with long black hair and tattered clothing, with deep gashes on her belly spewing blood. Before you can offer aid or ascertain the situation any further however, the woman turns to you.
"You." The woman says, her piercing, golden eyes staring straight into you's own pair. "Stop right where you are."
