In the center of the room, a lifeless body slouched on a throne-like chair. As you draw nearer and attempt to touch her, she unexpectedly grips your wrist, yanking you closer to her pale face.

"A corpse, should be left well alone," she begins. Startled, you retract your hand, freeing yourself from her firm grip.

"Oh, I know very well how the secrets beckon so sweetly. Only an honest death will cure you now. Liberate you from your wild curiosity." she whispered, rising slowly.