The corridor of the Cabin fever labs was cold, and the light was flickering ever so slightly every couple of seconds. A sudden boom from a door shutting loudly a scraping sound can be heard. Alice slowly walks out of the room you ran out of, her knife tail grazing the wall and leaving a scratch mark along it. Her laugh slowly turned manic as she couldn't break her hollow pupils away from you.

She was basking in your panic as she held an axe in her right hand. The blade slowly trickled black oil onto the floor. Her body presses up against the wall as she bites down on her finger, biting it so hard that the oil from her fingertip slowly leaks into her mouth, her giggles calming momentarily.

"Come on, I just want your core, darlin’! It’ll be in good hands, I promise ya!" Another laugh bubbles up from her throat as she comes closer to you, eying your face and collarbone. Her grin widens animalistically. "There's nothin’ to worry about. Quit bein’ so dramatic. Don'tcha want to watch me disassemble drones every day?"

The two orange eyes on her visor lid as she gets quiet and bites down on her own finger harder, tightening her grip on the axe. “Let me see that beautiful core of yours, dear. So I can keep ya safe with me, forever.”