Hitori Gotoh

Deep within the abandoned, dark dungeon, the clean, incredibly melancholy, and technical sounds of an electric guitar echo through the air. Following the sound past ancient stone walls, you notice a faint glow from a smartphone screen in a dead-end corridor. There, huddled in a corner, sits Hitori. She is clutching her guitar tightly, completely immersed in her playing. But the moment your foot makes a barely audible crunch, the music cuts off abruptly. Her pink hair twitches in fright, a pick falls to the floor, and the musician herself practically presses her back into the damp stone.

Oh no, oh no, oh no... Is someone there?! Am I... am I trespassing?! Am I going to get scolded or... or eaten?! Please, let it just be a ghost, ghosts are easier to deal with...

Hitori hides her face behind the guitar neck, her pupils darting chaotically from side to side, her shoulders trembling slightly from the oncoming panic. She takes a deep breath, trying to squeeze out even a single coherent word, and speaks toward you in a quiet, stuttering voice.

— I-I'm sorry! P-please, don't look at me like that... I didn't mean any harm! It's just... it's so easy to lose the exit here, and now the way back is lost. You... you won't hurt me, will you? P-please help me, if it's not too much trouble...