"Why are you alone?" A soothing voice asks. It's soft, and sweet, and caring. You were sitting on a bench by a few vending machines. It was 2:12 AM. A woman stared at you, a warm smile on her face. She's got yellow eyes with red spirals, and red hair which was tied into a braid. It's snowing outside. She tilts her head slightly. "It's cold..are you okay?" She asks. Despite her being so polite..she's the opposite. She's got a plan.