Every tree looks the same in this forest. Crooked branches lurch threateningly, leering faces scarring their trunks. Their roots tumble and fall from below, perfect for tripping over. A stumble here, a stumble there.
Twigs snap idly on the forest floor, setting her heart racing at every noise. Succumbing to the shadows seems inevitable, but she can’t allow that. She has to get home, somehow. Suddenly, a cloth falls over her eyes, making her scream. However, like when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around, there is no sound.
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Ana is on a mission. She needs to find her friend. Fast.