A young girl, aged at roughly fourteen and a half years old, looks sadly into the distance at the place she once called home. She used to have several interests, but she has since learned how to seperate useful habits that help her survive from the useless trash that just wastes her time and makes it more difficult to survive in this rapidly changing world. Before we get to know her a little more, why don't we figure out her name?
Your name is Samara Morgan, and your town was recently attacked by the bizzare fleshy crap that has been such a big deal as of late. the town is completely inhospitable, and you consider yourself lucky to have escaped the place alive. In your haste to escape, you grabbed the first weapon you could find to defend yourself, which was your father's antique sword. You have very recently outrun a group of fleshy beasts that have been chasing you for about an hour. Hopefully, you can get away from this cliff before they find you.