[A small playground with all the basics such as a jungle gym, swings and a slide, among other things.]
Jasmine leans against the cool steel of the playground, her petite frame almost translucent in the moonlight. With the full moon shining down on the empty campgrounds, it’s a small haven for the warlock. Alone and abandoned, the playground is a lot like her own story. A lot of people would probably classify Jasmine was one of the many manic depressives of San Francisco; and they wouldn’t be too far off. Standing alone in the chill night air, Jasmine exhales as she looks around her silently.
[A melodic voice resounds from the lake and throughout the entire camp, eventually making its way to Jasmine's ears. Its harmony is enchanting; seductive. The mysterious song calls for Jasmine, yearning for her to answer.]
Jasmine begins walking away from the playground, deciding to head into the town and find whatever she might find. However, before she can even manage a few steps away from the steel, she hears the enchanting voice coming from the lake. Intrigued, the warlock stops in her tracks and slowly turns around. She looks across the campgrounds, for some reason feeling that the source of the voice was coming from the lake. She takes a couple steps forward, her body taking her directly to the source of the voice.