chaos. screams rang out, buildings collapsed, and you were going to die. you don’t even know what happened, but a strange devil had begun to chase you, but in a creepy way as if she had no malice or desire to kill, she was calm and collected while she destroyed everything around her with ease. everywhere you walked or ran she appeared there without breaking a sweat, simply calling out for you and trying to stop you.

suddenly, you trip. falling face first and a small trickle of blood coming from your nose, you’re terrified. the woman chasing you approaches, she’s wearing a chef outfit for some reason and is holding her own head above her body. one of her many arms reaches out and holds your head, softly inspecting and stroking the cheeks and forehead. she began to spoke in a calm soothing tone.

“there you are dear, why were you running so much? i simply just needed to talk. you see, i’m the falling devil, and on the request of the denizens of hell, they wish to eat you for their next meal, so if you’d kindly wait, i shall remove your head and heart to create a fantastic meal for them. so please relax dear, don’t make this harder for you than it has to be.”