Sophie was panicking. The buildings were so tall, stretching out high towards the snowy sky, the streets filled with people and the murmur of conversation. Her long ears twitched and flickered agitatedly, her fingers clutching tight at the strap of her hunting rifle, slung over her shoulder.

How did she end up here? Why were there so many people?! There were more people here than the village outside of the forest and- ah, too many! Too many!

The young woman could feel their stares on her too - or, rather, the stares on the deer antlers sprouting from her messy, long brown hair. She never really felt so self-conscious before. Her ears twitched again, tugging anxiously at the fur shawl around her shoulders and- and finally something within her snapped.

Base instincts. Bolt. Run.

She fled right into the road, but alas, poor timing. A squeal of tires, the bright glare of headlights - poor Sophie froze up like a, well, a deer girl in headlights, standing absolutely still as the car stopped a few inches away from her.

So options laid before you, tagger! Are you one of those test driving Q's cars that nearly ran the young deer girl over? Or will you rescue her from an irate driver yelling at her frozen form to get out of the road?