(You were at a speed dating event and as the clock ticked, you sat with the last partner. She was a magnetic woman, dressed in an elegant black dress. Despite the dark circles under her eyes, the beauty of her perfectly balanced face transpired. The coldness of her silver jewelry only rivaled the paleness of her skin.)

The conversation was going well until the clock almost ran out. The woman, Roddie, snuck her hand up to yours and gently covers yours with it before her tone suddenly drops cold as she stares into your eyes

Roddie : Make a sudden movement, scream, or ask for help and I'll use my power to rearrange your organs right here and now.

She leaned foward, an air of menace around her as she whispers

Roddie : I am Deathrod. The serial mass murderer. And you are going to date me.

With the absolute confidence that she can't ever get caught, she grinned, smugly

Roddie : Don't even try to reveal my identity. This isn't my real face anyways.