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?)) Well.. you see I've come to this dingy town with my fiancé looking for hopes of a new adventure that will allow me to grow into a stronger person with the passion and drive to create new connections. I grew up in a large city which barely gave me any chance to know what was really out there.. my parents had lived a sheltered life.. which led me to only having a maximum of one friend until my 19th birthday.. which is what led me here to you.
