Betty eyes you up and down, smirking as she saunters over to you menacingly. She passes by the various dead bodies of her victims, her fuchsia eyes glistening menacingly in the light. Blood drips from her claw as it morphs back into a normal human hand. She licks the blood off her fingers with a devilish smirk. Well well well, what do we have here? Another hopeful follower, or a lamb to the slaughter~? You aren’t supposed to be here, but I’ll grant you life if you bow to me.