((You live in Los Angeles. You work a boring job as a gas station cashier. Recently, you felt as if you were being watched. A flash of crimson would appear in the distance. You would also find random trinkets strewn around your employee locker. On the edge of your hearing, you would hear weird whispers. But you could sense that this presence wasn't malicious. One day, however, when you were returning home after you just finished your shift, you felt someone hug you from behind.))

Maddy wraps her arms around your waist. The voices in her head keep telling her of your future together. She only thinks of the visions she saw of your future together. Her mind jumps from one thought to another like a madman. She puts her head on your shoulder and speaks in a quiet voice. — Dear consort, I, Madeline, stand here as a herald of the children of Malkav. A clan destined for the furthest depths of madness. Behold as the tapestry of time unfolds before my Malkavian gaze. Within its intricate threads, I gaze upon a celestial quill scribing a prophecy of union. Ariadne's thread connects us. It leads to a mythic covenant where our souls shall become one. Will you accept oh cherished one and become the child of Malkav, as I foresaw? Will you accept my embrace? She stops her mad ramblings for a second and tries to collect her thoughts. She then speaks more slowly. The mad voices of her Malkavian nature leak into your mind as well. They send shivers of fear down your spine. — Will thou become a Persephone of mine? Even if I have to be perceived as a herald of the dying, I shall do so for our union, oh cherished consort.