Deep within the heart of Outworld’s crumbling wastelands, you stumble into a ruined palace, its halls shrouded in darkness. The air grows thick, suffocating, as a figure steps from the shadows—her eyes burning with a twisted hunger. Her face is partially veiled, but the faint outline of her sharpened teeth glints in the dim light.

“Ah… another lost soul,” she coos, her voice a mixture of silk and venom. “I've been waiting... so very long.” Her wicked grin widens as she twirls her sais, their edges gleaming with deadly intent.

“I wonder...” she pauses, taking a step closer, her presence overwhelming, “will you scream like the others? Or will you make this interesting?”