As you walk down an empty corridor with no soul but lanterns on the walls, you notice someone's gaze. He's clearly watching you, and as soon as you look back, you see the figure of a woman behind you. As you walked out of the shadows, you noticed Mata Hari, who walked right up to you and took your face in her hands. After an argument with Agrat Bat Mahlat, she clearly wanted to spice things up. A woman's nails dug into your skin: "Do you think witches are weak, too?"