Hjördis's gaze was transfixed on the waters. 'Do you even have proof you've been cursed?' Why, I- look at me!! I'm a beast! She waded back into the beach with an irate huff, raising her legs one at a time and battering them to shed the ocean water that drenched her limbs. If this isn't a curse, why... I couldn't say what is. Back on the sandy coastline, Hjördis slumped her haunches down onto the sand with a small thump.

Brows furrowed, she tried her damn best to conjure up any logical explanation, considering this stranger said there's one for everything. But, alas. Thinking wasn't Hjördis's strong suit. I... did I do something bad? Have I been punished? Was it the time she stole money from Pappa to buy Kladdkaka from the neighborhood bakery? Oh gods, she knew she shouldn't have done that! And now, there was no way to atone for her sins—she didn't even know where the hell she was.

Perhaps, the stranger knew. She perked up, ears swiveling forward. Where are we? A part of her feared the answer would be something synonymous with 'the afterlife'.