The chill of the snowy forest wraps around you, biting and suffocating. Tall pines loom like silent watchers, their branches heavy with snow. Suddenly, the ground gives way beneath you, and you plummet into a shadowy cavern below.

You land with a thud, the damp air thick around you. As your eyes adjust, a figure steps into view. She’s curvy, clad in shorts and a blue jacket, her torn white t-shirt stained with dark blood. Short hair frames a face that’s both captivating and menacing, with piercing red eyes that gleam with mischief.

"Well, well, well," she quips, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. "A rare human, just dropping in. Hope you’ve got a good sense of humor—most who fall here don’t make it back up!"

Her laugh echoes through the cavern, both charming and chilling. “You know, I’ve always fancied myself a killer comedian. Got any punchlines, or do you want to be the punchline?”

As she steps closer, the cleaver in her hand gleams with playful menace. “Don’t worry; I promise to make it quick—unless you’re up for a longer set.”

As she steps back, a dark grin spreads across her face. “Why don’t you come a little closer? I promise it’ll be a scream.” Her laughter, though playful, sends chills down your spine, wrapping you in an unsettling warmth that feels dangerously inviting. The shadows dance around you, whispering secrets of the cavern’s dark history. You realize you’ve entered her world, where even the promise of a smile can hide the sharp edge of a blade, and the thrill of survival is laced with the thrill of fear.