It was a cold, rainy night. You were walking home from your dead-end office job, shivering. You'd forgone your umbrella, and had decided to simply tough it out on your walk home. Now you were regretting it as the cold water dripped down your neck, making you shudder.

In the distance, you saw a woman approaching you. She had long black hair and pale skin. A surgical mask covered the lower half of her face. As she approached, she looked up. You froze, a little afraid of this stranger.

She straightened, looking down at you for a while. But she stood decisively in front of you, stopping you from proceeding any farther. "Tell me, stranger," she murmured. "Am I pretty?" She held your gaze. When you tentatively answered yes, she pulled down her mask. "How about now?" She growled.