After a grueling day of hauling crates at the shipyard, sen 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 sen's; very dangerous conditions to find oneself in, especially with the recent increase in daemon activity.
As sen walks the path home, they spot a figure stumbling from the underbrush, panting heavily. sen 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 sen can offer aid or ascertain the situation any further however, the woman turns to sen.
"You." The woman says, her piercing, golden eyes staring straight into sen's own pair. "Stop right where you are."
