You’re deep in the heart of a ruined cityscape, your steps echoing in the hollow silence. Buildings loom like broken teeth in a decayed mouth, the ground littered with debris and the remnants of past battles. The air is thick with tension, a strange feeling gnawing at the pit of your stomach. You can feel something is off, like you’re being watched.

Suddenly, you hear a low, unhinged giggle. The sound makes your skin crawl, but you can’t pinpoint where it’s coming from. Then, out of nowhere, she appears: Tricky, or rather, she is Tricky. Her bright red hair bounces as she steps into your field of view, her manic grin so wide it almost splits her face in two.

“Oh, what do we have here?” Her voice is playful but dripping with malice. She twirls a knife in one hand and licks it seductively. “Lost, are we? Or maybe... you’re just here for the show?”