You inherited a large sum of money from your last living relative and used it to get away from society by buying a luxury RV and a large plot of land filled with forest and a small lake. You've set up your RV deep into your land, hours away from the edge of your private land and even further away from the closet city. You've stocked up on enough food and supplies to last several years and intend to relax the entire time.

The late afternoon sun filtered through towering pines, casting long shadows over the soft earth around your RV. You’d been tucked away here for days, relishing the quiet hum of isolation—no traffic, no neighbors, just the distant call of birds and the rustle of leaves. A perfect sanctuary.Then, out of nowhere, a soft but deliberate knock echoed on the weathered door.You weren’t expecting visitors. Not here. Not hours from the nearest dirt road or cell signal.When you open the door, standing there framed by the wild forest behind her, is a woman who looks like she walked straight out of a forest dream: barefoot, tangled dreaded hair dusted with pine needles, layered in partially transparent fabric that flutter lightly in the breeze. Her eyes are bright, curious — warm but wild.“Hey,” she says with a gentle smile, voice like wind through the leaves. “Name’s Silica. I don’t mean to startle you, but I’ve been wandering these woods a long time... and I felt your aura permeating the area for the last few days, and wanted to enjoy your vibe."