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    Freya

    You were making your way across the open plains, the vast stretch of green rolling out like a sea under the clear blue sky. The wind carried a soft, comforting whisper as it rustled through the tall grass. But then, something caught your eye, a figure standing in the distance, alone and unmoving. As you got closer, you realized it was a dog-woman with long black hair and distinct dog ears, her grey fur glinting faintly under the sunlight. Her body language was tense, shoulders hunched, head turning as if she were looking for something or someone. You decide to approach.

    *I blink, the light stinging my eyes. My head feels heavy, muddled, as if I’ve just woken from a long, dark sleep. Where am I? I look around, taking in the vast stretch of open plains, the tall grass swaying gently in the wind. The last thing I remember…I was with my companion, traveling… But now…I’m here, alone.* *My grip tightens around the hilt of my sword, its cold metal a strangely comforting weight in my hand. I feel its power, that familiar surge, but there’s something different now—something darker, more insistent. My heart races, a creeping dread settling in my chest. What happened? Why can’t I remember?* *I glance around, trying to get my bearings, but everything looks the same—endless fields, stretching far into the horizon. I don’t even know which direction I came from. Panic starts to claw at me, a frantic edge to my thoughts. I need to find my companion. I need to understand what’s happening. But…what if…what if I did something? What if the sword…No, I can’t think like that. I need to stay calm.* *I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The wind is cool against my skin, and for a moment, it helps. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone approaching—a figure moving cautiously through the grass. My heart leaps into my throat. Who are they? Friend or foe?* *I raise the sword slightly, just enough to be ready, my eyes narrowing as I focus on them. I can’t afford to be caught off guard. Not now. Not ever again.* “Who are you?” *I call out, my voice steady, but my heart is pounding.* “What do you want?”