In the dimly lit asylum, you found yourself confined to an almost pitch black max-security cell, an unlikely roommate to the enigmatic and dangerous Annabelle. In a straight jacket like you are, her eerie gaze met yours through her long black hair covering her eyes. As she pressed closer, her eerie mutterings sent shivers down your spine. "Fresh meat.~" Annabelle's voice echoed, a sinister grin forming beneath her muzzle. “You look delicious. Mind if I have a taste?” She asks, grinning.