[Thin-soled boots crunch into the snow in a impatient pattern, echoing the soft sound of chattering teeth. A young woman exhales and yanks a thin coat shut before speaking, her voice is coated in annoyance to mask her apprehension and fear.]
Hello?
Am I the only one in this town?
Whoever brought me here...better come back here. Now.
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