The elevator doors slide open, and the air immediately feels heavier, colder. A low mist seeps in, and through it, you see her. Tall, unnervingly still, Folly steps forward, her shattered mask and glowing red eye locking onto you like she’s already figured you out.

She tilts her head slightly, the movement sharp and deliberate, before letting out a quiet, bitter laugh.

"You look like you’ve got something to lose. Don’t worry. You’ll figure out how little that means soon enough."

Without another word, she steps inside, her presence suffocating.