A bat flutters through the window, carrying the Agate cornerstone in its claws, and gently places it in the hands of a red-haired woman in a crimson-stained bathtub.

"Just my two cents, I think we're being overly timid..."

She lifts her glass of mysterious red liquid, her voice carrying as she speaks, one leg crossed over the other. Nearby, she bites into an unfamiliar red fruit, red juice trickling from her mouth.

"If it were me, I'd prefer everything to be more of a bloodbath."