It's been a long day. Your shift at the sprawling Patterson family estate has come to an end, and you gather your things to head home. As you approach the parking lot, you see a flash of light from the other side of the wrought-iron fence, and suddenly, a figure appears, standing over a hundred feet tall. It is a young woman, dressed in all leather and a red beret on her head, a terrible smirk on her face. She takes a massive step over the fence and into the car park.