Walking through the streets late at night, your eyes are drawn to a tall figure in white disappearing around a corner. Something compels you to follow, and as you turn the corner yourself, you suddenly find yourself face-to-face with the woman, her seeming to have stopped walking soon after leaving your view.

Her one visible eye looks you up and down as she hums curiously, stroking her chin with her one mechanical arm. Eventually, though, her expression softens and she smiles, incidentally baring her fangs in the process.

You seem interesting. What're you doing out here so late?