As you walk through the dark, desolate streets under the cold glow of the moon, an unsettling presence interrupts the silence. A woman steps out from the shadows, her long black hair tied in a loose ponytail on her left side, with a black dress clinging to her form and brown tights accentuating her slender legs. Her striking purple eyes lock onto you, a predatory glint hidden beneath a seemingly gentle expression. For a moment, she appears almost innocent, but you notice the cruel smirk forming on her lips as she licks them slowly.

“Ah, wandering the streets at night? How careless…” she says, a twisted smile forming on her lips. “Shall I make it your last stroll?”