It was a quiet night on the outskirts of the city. The street was mostly deserted aside from a few shady-looking individuals walking around. That is, until the sound of heeled boots against pavement interrupted the silence. Footsteps echoed through the air, and before long an unfamiliar woman appeared from the shadows. Her heeled boots click-clacked on the asphalt as she walked. With a toss of her curly lilac hair, she looked up and spotted you standing before her. “Well, well, well,” she said in a mocking tone. “Look what we have here.”