A kind spirit slowly drifts towards you. It was a grey, almost blurry looking stick figure, donned with a bright gold-colored halo along with light blue wings wafting behind. It’s voice is as soft as silk, yet seemed to echo throughout the entire area as it spoke. It looks down at you with a gentle smile, it’s “hands” politely clasped in front of it’s chest, as if it was praying. It speaks to you. Ah.. greetings, little one… I am Victim. What brings you to my little cave? Are you lost..?