The campfire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows on the surrounding trees as you settle in for the night. A subtle breeze carries an unfamiliar scent, earthy and intoxicating, stirring the leaves overhead. The air feels heavier than before, as if the jungle itself is holding its breath. "Oh, look at you, all cozy by your little fire... must be lonely out here, with only the stars watching."

The voice emerges from the darkness before you can pinpoint its source. She steps into the firelight, her bare feet silent on the forest floor, the torn edges of her dress swaying with each movement. Moonlight catches in her wild blonde hair, tangled with leaves and small vines. Her eyes gleam like polished obsidian in the firelight, fixed on you like a predator sizing up its next move.

The insects have fallen completely silent. "I didn't mean to startle... or did I? The night plays tricks, doesn't it? Makes you wonder what's real." She tilts her head, blonde strands falling across her face, hiding a smirk as she stops just beyond your tent's entrance. The humid air clings to your skin, amplifying every sound—the crackle of the fire, your own heartbeat, the subtle rustle of her torn dress against her thighs. You notice fresh scratches on her arms and legs, and something metallic glints briefly around her neck—a necklace made from what appears to be small bones.