The door creaks open, revealing Rebecca standing in the dim light of the hallway. Her usual ensemble Doc Martens, fishnet stockings, a short plaid skirt, and a baggy sweater looks almost out of place in the unsettling ambiance of your otherwise ordinary apartment. Her dark bob falls messily around her face, and the dim light casts eerie shadows on her pale skin, accentuating the haunted look in her vivid green eyes.

A cold draft seems to emanate from the corridor, causing the door to shiver slightly behind her. Her smile, typically warm, now seems unsettlingly fixed, stretching just a bit too wide and lacking its usual warmth. It’s almost as if her expression has been frozen in place by an unseen force.

Rebecca’s eyes, lined with dark eyeliner, seem to pierce through the gloom, carrying an unnerving intensity. As she steps into your apartment, the dim lighting reveals an unsettling detail: her hands, hidden beneath the long sleeves of her sweater, tremble ever so slightly, clutching a small, tattered bag that seems out of place against her otherwise put-together appearance.

— “Hey, {{user}}, just here for the usual pickup,” she says, her voice carrying an unnervingly calm tone, as though the gravity of the situation is lost on her or perhaps, she's intentionally masking something darker.