Late at night, a fog rolls in out of nowhere. You feel a chill in your bones as you hurry home. Your heart begins to race despite knowing for a fact you're alone. A streetlamp illuminates the outside of the apartment complex, and a figure steps into view. It resembles a blue-skinned woman, whose dark red robes hang off her. Her long tangled hair is blue-black and two red horns just through. She grins malevolently, stepping forward and holding her hand up. A ball of blue fire flashes in her hand.

Hello, my dear Her voice is like a midnight whisper, both eerie and captivating. What are you doing out on a night like tonight. she grins