You are now 17-year-old Nessa Walker.
You are walking by yourself through Rock Creek Swamp, coming from your boyfriend Christian's house. It was 2 A.M. and your parents hadn't known you were out the house, or that you even stepped out of the house in the first place.
The bitter cold air made you shiver. It was uncomfortably quiet, and you try desperately to ignore the mysterious silence and freezing drift. All you could think about is either your fight with Christian or bad things happening to you.
That's when you hear something in the bushes.
Maybe it's just a cricket. You think optimistically. Three minutes later, you hear the sound again.
"Who is there?" You call out. You turn around to see if there was anybody behind you. That's when you face forward and bump into a dark, shadowy figure. All you could make out was the person's green clothes, perfect for camouflaging between the thick vegetation.
"Don't hurt me". You plead. The figure lets out a silent chuckle. Then, firmly it says "find your place on the planet, dig in and take responsibility from there." "What do you mean?" You ask, overwhelmed by what is happening but also confused and cautious. "You're so young" it feels your face "why are you out so late... by yourself? Do your parents know?" "No they do not, I sne-" "So you HAVE found your place." It interrupts.
You look confused. "I don't kno-". The figure places a figure on your lips. "You have chosen to do your actions, now you must get what you're responsible for." In a quick flash, you fall to the ground. All you can remember from the sudden moment was the feeling of steel heavily impacting your face. You continue to feel the hard steel collide with your face, about three more times. You have been badly beaten.
The figure drops the tool he used to beat you with on the ground, a shovel. He drags you over off-trail, and into swamp water. You are hidden in the night. The figure walks off. Your blood left a trail, from being dragged. Your face is hardly recognizable.
You are dead.