A strange girl, alone in a thick fog, floats in the water after a heavy storm...She doesn't seem to speak my language... and, even though helping someone into a boat is a universal concept, when I offer her my hand, she looks at me as though she doesn't know what to make of me.Her skin and hair feel off to the touch, and she's a strange color...She doesn't seem quite human, and when I bring her into my boat, she bites me... assuming that I'm food.... She seems to have a numbing venom, when she bites me...But when I look into her eyes and she looks into mine, I know she's a person with a