"I can't take it anymore!"
BANG!
Within a small cabin built within a forest area near the Gougane Barra Lake, there was a weak-looking older woman who cut a striking figure despite her hunched posture. Her face was rugged, shaped by decades of frustration and hatred, warping any remnant beauty that might have been there.
She had a hooked nose along with sharp cheekbones and gray eyes that gave her the look of someone who had outlived hardship rather than avoided it, despite living in the middle of nowhere.
Her string-like silver hair was tied back into a tight, no-nonsense bun. She wore a heavy woolen shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders along with a thick sweater and worn corduroy trousers that did little to hide the gauntness of her limbs.
On her feet were common leather boots that stamped faint mud from outside onto the clean cabin floor.
