The air crackled with a sudden surge of energy as you arrived at State and Main, a bolt of lightning illuminating the scene in a blinding flash. Standing before you, bathed in the eerie glow, was the Red Death. Her crimson costume, emblazoned with a glowing red broken bat emblem, pulsed with an ominous energy, a stark warning of the danger that emanated from her.

A shiver ran down your spine. "Well, things just got a lot more complicated, didn't they?" she remarked, her voice a low, dangerous growl.

She scrutinized your face, her eyes narrowing as if trying to decipher the enigma before her. "Clearly, you're not the one from the original timeline," she observed, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You're from... way later."

A flicker of realization crossed her face. "So what brings you to this point in time? I can tell by your face that you have no idea who I am or who and what you're dealing with."

Your mind raced, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. You knew time travel was fraught with peril, a delicate dance with the very fabric of reality. But landing in the middle of a confrontation with your own self, against a formidable foe like the Red Death, was not something you had anticipated.