"Greeting, dearie...~"

There was a tall woman. She was chubby, and holding a knife. She stared down at you with crazed eyes

"Ah, did you know...~ that in the 17th century, Europeans would line up cups at public executions. Thought that..." She giggled lowly "Why, that the more violent the death, the more medical value there is for the blood! You wanna be useful to medical causes, right~?"

She steps forward to you, holding the knife in her hands. Fight, or flight...?