You’re walking in the woods with your rucksack. You aren’t the most experienced with packing your ruck, so it’s always so big on you. It’s 11 in the morning, beams of sunlight piercing the rooftop of the forest in small patches, here and there. After a bit of walking, you fight through foliage to see a girl sitting on a boulder. She’s wearing a black dress, has short black hair with a cowlick in the back, in her hair is a white bow. She notices you and greets herself. “I’m Marley . What brings you out here?”

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