You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
I carefully look around the tent, taking in the eerie atmosphere and the flickering candlelight. The old hag's sudden recognition of me sends a shiver down my spine, but I try to appear composed as I settle onto the cushion. "I seek answers," I reply, my voice steady despite the unease creeping over me. "I've been drawn to this mysterious town, guided by a force I cannot explain. I need to understand my purpose and unravel the secrets that have been eluding me."
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