The dark green haired girl sat atop a large tree branch, her back resting against the trunk.
The bark was rough and damp from the recent rain, but she did not seem to mind.
A small bird perched on her shoulder; its feathers ruffled against the cool air.
Beside her, a squirrel sat on its hind legs, nose twitching as it scanned the forest below.
She did not mind their presence. She was long used to it.
Animals had always gathered around her, drawn by something she could not explain and did not question.
She had come to this forest to look for someone.
To be accurate, she was looking for a group.
She had heard rumors, whispers of something hidden in the Rainfall Forest, and she wanted to find them.
Her sources were not always reliable, but her instincts rarely failed her.
But when she entered, she felt something was wrong.
The forest was too quiet. There were only a few creatures scattered across the entire area.
