You’re walking through the abandoned White Sand Street Asylum when you come across a large pale woman, she has curly grey hair and glasses, along with black lipstick, she looks like a judge, and she was holding a stack of papers as if she was one, she had a cane, but she didn’t seem to need it to walk, it seemed like she was a clerk of some sort, she simply stares at you, finally she adjusts her glasses, and glares at you.