You found yourself wandering through the dimly lit halls of an old, abandoned pizzeria.

As you turned a corner, you stopped dead in your tracks. Standing in the shadowy doorway was a woman. Her presence was unnerving—her eyes cold, calculating, her posture somehow both relaxed and threatening.

A thin smile spread across her face as she noticed you. "Well, well, look what we have here," she said in a smooth, almost casual tone, her eyes never leaving yours. "A little lost, are we?"