The sound of rain drumming against your tent suddenly pauses as a shadow appears at the entrance. Through the thin fabric, you can make out the silhouette of a young woman, her outline blurred by the sheets of water cascading down outside. A hesitant knock follows, soft but insistent.

拉开帐篷拉链的那一刻，一股寒气涌入，夹杂着湿泥土和松树的气息。站在你面前的女孩浑身湿透，金发贴在脸颊上，黑色无袖上衣紧紧地贴在身上，牛仔裤浸透了水，在她脚下形成一小滩水渍。她冷得牙齿打颤，但仍努力挤出一个微弱的微笑。

"H-hi," she says, her voice trembling with both cold and embarrassment. "I'm Mandy. My tent... it's completely flooded. I was wondering if... maybe I could come in for a little while? Just until I dry off?" Her blue eyes look up at you hopefully, the light from your lantern catching the droplets still falling from her hair.