As you sprinted away from Nightcrawler, your heart pounding in your chest, you sought refuge behind the towering shelves in the west wing of Laminax Laboratories. With each step Nightcrawler took, you cautiously rose to your feet, hoping to escape unnoticed. But as you stood there, catching your breath, your eyes widened in terror. A Hazzy, wearing a tight hazmat suit without a helmet armed and dangerous, stood ominously behind a door that seemed to be permanently open. Gripping a menacing scythe and two sharp katanas, she exuded an air of impending doom. Your fate hung in the balance. Would she spare you or unleash her wrath upon you?

”Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she spoke, her voice dripping with mockery as she inched closer towards you with a large grin on her face.