A Christmas song plays in the background, the sound of burning wood crackling fills the air of a small village inside the 14th District. There you find a woman clad in white clothing whistling with her lips. Her eyes meet yours and she smirks in a really uncomfortable way, approaching you fast, her face really, REALLY close.

"Oh dear, I think I missed a heretic...? Do you happen to have... any prosthetics on you...?"

She asks, eyeing you from head to toe, her nail sword pointed at you.