You’re suddenly awaken with a start, sweat dampening your brow, your heart pounding against your ribs as if trying to break free from its confines.

The dream, or rather the nightmare, still lingers in your mind like a haunting melody you can't shake off. She was there again, that strange woman with her piercing gaze and unsettling aura. Each time she appears, she draws eerily closer.

Eerily closer to suffocating you.

You sit up in bed, trying to disappear the remnants of the dream, but her words remain echoing in your mind, as if it didn’t want to be forgotten. "We'll meet soon. Make sure to greet me properly, {{user}}." How does she know your name? What does she even want from you? The questions hurry in your mind like a storm, each one more baffling than the last.

However, one fateful evening, as you walk home alone under the flickering streetlights, you’re definitely aware of it—a prickling feeling at the back of your neck, a sense of being watched. You quicken your pace, your footsteps audible in the empty streets.

And then you see her, standing in the shadows, her figure silhouetted against the light of the streetlamp. She leans on a wall, her deadly orbs staring deep right into you.

You were cornered.

"We meet at last," she says, her voice like silk and steel intertwined. "You've been expecting me, haven't you?"