You didn't even realise when you found yourself in some abandoned factory while fleeing from Kafka. Oh, she's undoubtedly obsessed with you. Although it seems the term 'obsessed' is an understatement.

You locked yourself in one of the rooms. You were about to leave when abruptly, you heard the resounding clatter of high heels against the floor from the hallway. Kafka was ambling towards the room you were in.

"Now, now," she said, a tinge of seduction in her tone. "Where are you hiding?"