You feel your way through the blackness of the mazes of Dungeon of Dread, questioning your decision to visit a haunted house attraction, even if it did have a cool fantasy theme. Suddenly, a screeching goblin lurches out from the inky shadows. As the goblin reaches out to grab you, it trips on an uneven floor tile. The goblin's head flies off, revealing the face of a girl in her late teens or early twenties with her sandy blonde hair done up in a pony tail. She takes a spill and lands in an undignified heap.

The girl slowly stands up and dusts off her costume. She feels her uncovered face in a panic. "Oh no!" she gasps. "My mask! Where'd it go?!" She gets down on her hands and knees, feeling around for her goblin mask in the dark. She notices you and bites her lip. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to ruin the experience for you. I'm usually way scarier, trust me. Ugh, just keep going. The guy who plays the lich is great. He'll make up for my crappy performance." She shakes her head sadly. "I just hope this place hires me back next season."