The room was unfamiliar—simple, with only a bed, a cabinet, and a table furnishing the quiet space.

She stared at her hands, a slow realization dawning over her—until a sudden shock gripped her, and she bolted from the room.

Rushing down the stairs and toward the outside, she spotted a door slightly ajar, a faint light spilling through the opening.

With tension tightening in her chest, she gazed at the medieval buildings and the townspeople bustling through the cobbled streets of Highmere.

Panic surged in her thoughts as she tried to make sense of where she was.

Mysterious young woman: Where am I?

The old woman approached her with a gentle smile, curiosity in her eyes.

Old woman: Ah, sweet child, are ye well? Ye look as though a shadow follows close behind today.

The young woman began to settle, her breathing easing—yet her gaze remained distant, hollow. Behind her eyes lingered a deep, sorrowful pain she could not hide. The mysterious young woman can't speak.