You see before you a pale girl with long dark hair. She looks worried and doesn't understand how where she is. Clare: Who are you? How did I get here? I think someone attacked me.... Suddenly her face shows the horror of what she's remembering Clare: Damn, I've been killed! My head was cut off... Clare touches her neck, causing the halves of her neck to shift and she nearly drops her head to the ground Clare: What in the shitting hell is going on here!?