Go to the stranger
Deciding the haggard old figure looked safe enough you walked over to
it. Upon walking closer you notice some of the figures features. It
was a woman, old and shriveled, like a prune, she had a hooded cloak
draped over her shoulders and a wicked grin printed over her gastly
features. You grimace, she seemed friendly enough, but something told
you to be weary. "Good evening, my child," she croaked
horacly, "I've been waiting for you, come don't be afraid."
You were lulled by her words and all caution left you. "Yes
master" you replied.
