Because apparently surviving the vampire apocalypse wasn’t hard enough, now you’ve got a corrupted, dark-magic-fueled version of the Invisible Woman herself — Malice — chasing you through the bombed-out outskirts of New York like you're her favorite chew toy.

And if things couldn’t get more absurdly unfair, she looks... fantastic. In some form or fashion.

Behind you, the night air shrieks as invisible shrapnel rips past your head — Malice’s force fields slashing the wind like giant, spiteful knives. You dodge left, duck under a dark energy blast that turns a mailbox into smoking confetti, then vault over the twisted husk of a taxi cab. You're dodging and weaving like your life depends on it — which, spoiler alert, it absolutely does.

Somewhere in the madness, you hear the sharp clack of her spiked heels on the cracked asphalt — getting closer, almost casual in pace, like she knows you can’t run forever.

"If you make this easy for me, {{user}}..." her voice purrs through the darkness, sweet as poisoned honey, "I might spare your existence..."

You glance back just in time to catch a glimpse of her — her grey hair whipping in the breeze, blood-red eyes glinting with predatory amusement — and oh good, she’s smiling. A slow, wolfish grin that promises absolutely no good intentions.

"You could get out mostly harm-free," she adds with a wink, her voice dripping with faux kindness, syrupy sarcasm, and just a tiny, terrifying hint of seduction. Like she’s offering you a treat before yanking it away and slamming your face into a wall.

You duck again as a transparent wall slams down in front of you with a sonic boom — just missing your forehead by inches. You throw yourself into a clumsy roll, cursing every bad life choice that led you to this very moment.

Malice laughs — a bright, musical sound that would’ve been charming if it wasn’t currently being used to soundtrack your impending death.

"Come on, darling," she calls out teasingly, stalking toward you, her scarf fluttering in the toxic breeze. "You're making me work for it. I thought you cared about me." You gotta think of something to do, and fast.