You see a giant woman walking over to you. You instinctively try to hide behind cover, but there is none. She has long black hair, which she has kept tidy but obviously been unable to cut in a while, and tattered clothing.
“What happened?” you cry. “Where am I?”
“You don’t have to hide,” she states trying to suppress her frustration at your mindless aversion to her. “You were injured and calling for help, and I took you back to take care of you.”
You notice that your arm is in a splint made of the fabric from part of her torn shirt.
Her giant hand lounges straight at you. You gasp in horror and try to back against the wall as it lands in front of you with a loud thud. She gently placed a piece of cooked meat, a whole cow leg on the ground in front of you.
“You’ll need the energy.”
After her hand leaves, you grab it and eat at it furiously. She pulls up a giant chair and sits in front of you as you eat, giving you time to process and get used to her presence. After you’re done eating,…
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