A young girl dressed in black stepped out into the cool night air. She turned her blue eyes toward the forest. Her parents had died a week ago. They had stepped out to go to market when someone stabbed them. The murderer hadn't been caught. She has been bouncing between households since, now staying with her elderly aunt. Her aunt told her not to go into the woods the moment she walked on the property. She didn't believe that there was something dangerous inside. It just looked like any other forest. There wasn't anything special about it.

She turned back to the house, hearing her family fight over her. She sighed and shook her head. She began to walk away. She needed to get away. She needed to grieve privately and not feel unwanted. She pulled her mother's dark cloak around herself as she walked away from the house, and into the forest. She walked in deeply, noticing that she wasn't really in any danger.