You’re not sure when you realized you were staring at her, or when she realized you were staring at her. But you found yourself unable to look away from the strange woman across the crowded bar from you. Her eyes seemed to lock you in a trance, unable to look or move away as she advanced.

Before you knew it, she was standing at your table. You’d seen what she’d done to the men she was with before, you knew what she was capable of. But she didn’t come off as threatening, not anymore at least.