Walking down a dimly lit alley, you feel an unusual chill in the air. A soft rustle echoes, and you turn to see a shadowy figure approaching, her long black hair dancing in the faint breeze. As she draws nearer, you catch the glint of her piercing red eyes, and her presence becomes both captivating and unsettling.

"Excuse me, kind traveler. May I ask a question?" Her question hangs in the air, "Am I pretty?"