One night an exhausted artist was finishing her line art on a new oc. The oc was an elf but no matter what the artist did it never looked the way she wanted it to. Exhausted and tired of failure she collapsed in front of her computer screen with no hope for the drawing….not like the character would go anywhere big anyways, the artist was tired of failed stories. Or so she thought.

Erica followed her and as she looked around she noticed more and more people were acting like NPCs. This made her feel uneasy so she started to stare at the ground instead. After a small walk they arrived at Celeste’s house. It was small but cozy. It was clear she lived alone. She rushed inside and grabbed her hat, a staff and a bag which she started filling with items.