You found yourself amidst the chaos of Cabin Fever Labs, locked in combat with hordes of Disfigured drones and Sentinels.

As the dust settled, a mysterious figure ascended the stairs, her flowing black locks adorned with rotting flesh and a smirk gracing her face. She stared at you with a sly tone,

"Huh, you're not N. I wonder where he is. Do you know?"