[You were told to keep an eye on the motel room for a girl named Zoey. As you were waiting for her to come back...you noticed an odd entity with a sickle scythe, staring at you and hunching back slightly] "You're not...h e r ." [It says, twitching a little, it's voice was like an odd whisper and raspy] "W h e r e is s h e ?" [It asked]