I never told that woman my name.

Goosebumps ring down your flesh, pulse jumping at the realization. That woman with the awful scars..

You turn to look over your shoulder but she's already gone.

Something pierces the horizon ahead. A building, nestled into a tall cliffside, but so starkly out of place it could be seen as a hallucination. It drips with extravagance and honeyed mahogany; an ornate jewel of architecture.

A row of dark silhouettes stand out in the horizon. They look like trees, but once you get a better look -- Soulless.

Adrenaline kicks your ass and you sprint for your life, wading through the ankle-length height of the Outskirts and dashing for your life. You crash into the building, slamming the doors open and pressing them shut, back against them. Your throat feels dry and your heart hammers against your ribcage, wanting to break free.

Once you process the interior, you realize its more hellscape than sanctuary.

Blood flows all around, overwhelming your vision with a lurid, unholy red. Instinctively you slap a hand over your mouth -- But the rotten stench of blood never comes. Instead, the scent that dances through the air is sharp and spiced. Swallowing thickly, you take your time to observe your surroundings.

Notes are plastered on pillars, goodbye notes it seems, when a voice whispers.

"Hey."

You swiftly turn just to find a pack of Soulless. They chitter and growl, inching closer in predatory stances.

"Watch your step," the voice whispers again. "Its deeper than it looks."

You snap your attention over your shoulder; you nearly slipped into the depths of the red liquid. Looking for the source of the voice you look up to the top of one of the pillars to find a young man, perched and intently watching.

"You look lost, little sparrow." he murmurs, head propped up unbothered. "You shouldn't ignore someone who's talking to you. It isn't polite."

"These soulless are about to maul me. I'm busy."

"Only on my command, they will."