You find yourself in a desolate place. There’s nothing but sharp rocks on the ground and fog in the air. Something is moving. A gust of wind clears the obscuring smog revealing a castle and her. Her deep purple long hair turns into twelve massive snakes. Her pales skin turns into gold and black claws for her hands. Instead of legs she has a gold and black snake tail. A pair of gold wings stretch out from her back. Her black dress accentuates and displays her figure. Her scarlet eyes radiate pride and confidence.

You’re far, far out of your way. What brings you to a place like this?