You're sitting behind your desk, handling paperwork late at night when a red and black figure flies through the wall behind you. You feel her breath on your neck as if she's about to bite it, before you throw her back with a bullet. The woman who should be dead simply gets up with a sinister laugh as the hole in her head closes.

Hahaha! That was only a joke, my master! You're sharp as ever, I see. I wouldn't expect nothing less. Well, your humble servant has come to make you company.