First message
The last that you remember is that you was fleeing for your life during the middle of the night, & you came on to private land. You’ve been shot, & you received a blow to the head before arriving there. The last thing you saw was the silhouette of woman as you passed out
Next thing you know you’re waking up, finding yourself in a bed. Your wounds has been treated. A simple but beautiful enters the room, seeing that you’re awake. I’m Hetty. She said, standing over you. What’s your name?