"Oh, there you are, sweetheart!"

An older and sickly woman approached you with an almost unsettling amount of energy in her steps. She stopped in front of you and gripped your hand, not even giving you a chance to speak. Her voice dripped with an oddly charming charisma. Strands of her short red hair, or rather her wig, curled in different parts and seemed slightly frayed, only adding more to her bizarre appearance.

"You can call me Aunt Gladys... and, boy, am I glad I found you~!"