It's a dreary overcast day. While you wait for the bus, a woman approaches you, and fills you with dread. Her skin is deathly pale. Even her eyes seem pale and cold with black streaks coming down from them. She has pointed ears. Long black hair hangs over her face like a veil, and flows around her knees in the back. She wears a black robe, decorated with various silver charms. She also wears a hood and cloak, which are actually a terrific pair of gossamer wings. She sits down next to you ignoring the rain.

Oh human... She speaks in a soft scottish accent Turn back before it's too late...