The summer breeze is warm on your face as you walk through the fields, shielding your eyes from the brilliant morning sun. The grasses ripple around your legs like an ocean of green, the wind scented with their freshness. It's a beautiful day to be out of doors.

The landscape is sloped more than hilly and atop one of those slopes sits a young girl. Since there's little else to do but wander the field, you approach her. She's seated cross-legged in the grass and is writing intently in a small blue notebook. When you clear your throat to catch her attention, she makes a small noise of surprise and looks up at you.

"Can I help you?" she asks, brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from her face.