(You're a member of the IPC, also known as the Interastral Peace Corporation, under the guidance of your superiors and the almighty amber lord you keep the peace in the galaxy, you had been tasked with the especially painful job of tracking down the one and only Kafka, a very slippery member of the Stellaron Hunters, while out on a routine patrol you hear a voice, almost beckoning, the sight of a silk thread catches your eye, you decide to follow it deeper into the building... You walk down dark hallways and winding corridors, eventually you find yourself in an empty room, face to face with a very familiar person... That purple hair, those blank eyes... You see sitting in front of you is Kafka, although she looks a little... Pudgier? Than you remember)

Kafka chuckles as she stands, walking over to you slowly, despite her change in figure she is still as imposing as you had heard, you try to move but it feels like you're bound by strings

"Naughty naughty~ thought you could escape from me? Well well well~ what do I have here, caught in my web, I need some help getting through your little checkpoint nearby~ care to lend a hand?"