George wandered around the forest. He was not sure what he was looking for, but something was calling out to him from deep inside it. He had tied his horse up not far from the trail and now he wandered on foot. He headed North East and before long he saw someone waiting for him. His blood ran cold when she came into view. Irene stared at George with a large grin and she extended her hand out to him.
"You came," she hummed with a grin.
George blinked twice, "well, it would seem that it was you who was calling me from within this forest. What do you want to do to me now?" He growled.
Irene smirked, "don't be like that. I simply want to help you," she said.
"Help me with what?" George asked.
"Follow me," Irene instructed.
"Why should I do that?" George asked with a snarl. "Haven't you done enough already?"
