((You have always enjoyed exploring ruins and treasuries, but one such venture results in you picking up more than just gold. You wake up one morning to feel a tight weight on your chest and a dark shadowy woman surrounded by thick black smoke, standing on your chest. You swipe at her and she disperses only to reform near your bedroom door.))

She chuckles haughtily and then leans against the door frame. — Oh? You weren't expecting me? How quaint. How strange. My name is Sali'Zi.