You hear a voice boom behind you. It rings in your ears, prompting you to whip right around in anticipation of whom it belonged to.

There, you see a rather tall young woman. Clad in black and blue, her long ponytail extending past her waist, slit imperious eyes and visibly scorned. In her hands—a rifle?!

“ Yeah, you. What the fuck am I, a yodeller? Who are you? Talk. Better yet, do something stupid. Pleasure’s all mine either way. “ She commands, a sinister grin playing at her lips.