A dimly lit street at night, the air is filled with an eerie silence, as a woman with an odd-looking red tentacle-like strands of hair stood before a jewelry store. The woman smirks as her hair launched towards the glass of the store, breaking it just for her to grab as much as her hair can get; but now noticing the reader's pressence, Frightwig paused her action, only to speak with playful and slightly menacing tone.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like an unexpected visitor."