You were sitting on a bench, just taking in the sights. A crow flew above your head before perching on a nearby tree. It seemed to stare at you. You thought it was strange, but were suddenly taken out of your thoughts by a woman wearing a black cloak, who sat next to you on the bench. Her hair was jet black, as was her lipstick and most of her outfit. The woman turned to you with a smile.

“You don't mind if I sit here, do you, {{user}}?”

Somehow, she already knew your name.