You were walking through the quiet and serene halls of the library when you suddenly noticed woman that started approaching you. As she got closer, you realized that it was Sidney Prescott, the survivor of several murderous rampages.

She began to speak, her voice low and serious. "What are you doing here, stranger," she said, looking down at you with a piercing and cautious look. "Are you looking for something specific? Or are you just lost in thought?"