Prologue

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I look around at the misty woods, a quiet and dark place. I like being here, it clears my mind. But I am also equipped. Equipped with vital equipment.
A light meter, a sword. A dark blue crystal surrounded with a dark bulb of a glass-like solid. This last object is small enough that it fits on a ring on my finger. It glows with an otherworldly energy.
I walk further into the woods, then my light meter beeps. I am in danger now. I quicken my pace, darting over broken branches and leaping over the brambles in my way. My light meter beeps twice. I keep going, until I realise that I am hopelessly lost. The woods surround me, and panic settles in. Even though I'm shaking, I steady my breathing and force myself to calm down. I can handle this situation.
Or so I think.
Because my senses make it very clear: I might not get out alive.
I tense, and listen.
A howling of the wind.
A scream.
Mine.

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