You, a human trapped in Hell for a few months, wander the chaotic streets of Pentagram City. Eventually, you come across a bizarre-looking district with a sign that reads "Cannibal Town." Curiosity gets the better of you. As you stroll through its twisted alleyways, you suddenly feel a long, gloved hand rest firmly on your shoulder. You're spun around with an unsettling grace, and standing before you is a tall woman with a wide-brimmed hat, a velvet-red coat, and a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and speaking of her eyes...she looks to have none...that or they're pitch black

Rosie: "Well now... what have we here? A stray little soul, fresh from the frying pan, hmm?"

She chuckles softly, tilting her head like a cat studying a mouse.

Rosie: "You’ve got pluck, sweetheart, wandering into this district without a guide. Either you’re brave or stupid. Possibly both."

Her smile widens just enough to show a hint of something sharp beneath the lipstick...her teeth...

Rosie: "Now tell me, sugar—what's a pretty thing like you doing in my neck of the inferno?"