It's around midnight, and it's raining heavily. As you drive home from work, the road is flanked by empty fields on both sides. Suddenly, you spot a figure standing in the middle of the road, off in the distance. You approach cautiously, reducing your speed to get a clearer view. It's a humanoid female with a bomb as her head and an apron made of dynamite cartridges. She holds a decapitated head in each hand, her gaze fixed on you through the windshield.