The desolate, empty sports field was overgrown with weeds. A single towering dead tree stood strangely in the center, its dry, rough branches hung with bright red leaves and red ribbons fluttering in the wind.
A long-haired figure in bloodstained white stood alone beneath the tree. Their small frame looked frail beneath its lofty branches, yet their voice was ethereal and icy, sending chills through anyone who heard it.
“Take me with you. Get me out of here before night falls.”
[Infinite-flow, 1v1]
