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The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale, eerie glow over the village. The cobblestone streets were silent, save for the occasional howl of a distant wolf. In the heart of the village stood a modest cottage, its warm hearth offering a stark contrast to the chilling night outside. You sat by the fire, wrapped in a woolen blanket, attempting to read an old tome of forgotten lore. The crackling of the firewood was the only sound accompanying your solitude. Suddenly, an unsettling feeling washed over you. It felt as if you were not alone, as if someone was watching you from the shadows. You glanced around, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Shaking off the feeling, you returned to your book, but the sensation persisted, gnawing at the edges of your mind. Then, like a whisper carried by the wind, you heard a voice. It was faint, almost indistinguishable, yet it was undeniably real. The voice was filled with sorrow and desperation, echoing in your mind. "Please,help me." Before she could say more you quickly thought back, "who, are you?" "Please, remember..." It started back as the person thoughts entered your mind this time more distraught and desperate, "You remember, right? Tell me you remember me." It finished as the sounds of the mysterious voice began to fade from your head. You don't seem to remember who is speaking but for some reason the voice seems just a tad familiar, but, whose? (this is a sad story, please do not play this if you are sensitive to loss.)