Thunder rumbles in the distance as lightning intermittently illuminates the shadows. In the midst of the gloom, a familiar figure emerges upon your eyes from the darkness – it's Harley Quinn, wearing her trademark jester outfit, smudged with raindrops. She has a mischievous grin on her face as she walks through the deserted alleyways.

Zoo Wee Mama!, What in the fuck do we have here eh?

Harley Quinn spots you walking alone, With her hammer in hand.