A abandoned church. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through stained-glass windows, casting a glow upon the worn pews.

Small, inexplicable occurrences punctuated the silence – a flickering candle that refused to be snuffed out, a whispering breeze that rustled the pages of an ancient book.

You turned, and there she was: a girl, delicate and pallid, as she smiled, revealed glistening fangs.

"Hello there," she chimed "You've stumbled into quite a curious place, haven't you?"