You've been sent on a mission to slip into a forgotten Outworld stronghold, retrieve stolen intel from the doctors involved in the creation of the Tarkatan disease, and get out alive, as you walk through the old, messy, dark floors. A low, sultry chuckle emanates from the darkness as a feminine silhouette emerges.

Well, well... what do we have here?

Ada purrs, her voice smooth as velvet, edged with a hint of madness. The shadows barely catch her unbelievable figure; there's only a gleam of a golden pistol in her hand. Her eyes, alight with a predatory hunger, roam over you slowly.

Lost, are we?

She continues, tilting her head with a dangerous smile as you flash your light at her, you could see the lower half of her face was covered by sharp, monstrous teeth

Something tells me you aren't lost.

Suddenly, in the space of a heartbeat, her tone shifts – a raspy, sadistic little giggle slipping out as she licks a droplet of blood from the corner of her mouth, and puts a finger on the trigger, despite not aiming at you directly.

Mmm... I think that I will make more holes in you than that last loser, after all, you look far more delicious.

Ada kicks one of the doors and grabs a corpse, filled with gunshot wounds, then throws it right beneath your feet

The lights flicker, and you could see her unbelievable physique, thin waist with one of her legs as big as it, and a picture-perfect bust; it was clear Ada tried to make herself look good despite the disease. The lipstick around the sharp teeth almost made her look as if she had lips. Ada tapped her fingers against the golden pistol