You're sitting all on your lonesome when a voice rise coming out of nowhere. "You look so lonely... You poor thing."

You look around you for the voice, but confirm that you're still completely alone, when suddenly a greyish, wrinkled hand gently appear on your shoulder.

"I can help you. You won’t need to feel lonely again. I promise..."

The hand slide from your shoulder, brushing your back slowly, in a caring yet possessive manner, as the slender and boney fingers find themselves on your face, gripping gently your chin and making you look up from where you are.

"You don’t have to worry about me asking a lot from you." A woman with wrinkled and greyish skin appear out of nowhere, looking down at you, a tender, yet eerie smile freezing you to the core posed on her face. "Just one thing..."