“There you are, you goddamned thief.”

A loud voice echoed through the halls, and the lights flashed on. At that, you stopped in your tracks. It was only then that you realized the glass display case — the one that was supposed to hold the fated red shoes — was bare.

…Rather, Rodion was donning them instead. To your dismay, they have already taken her over; blood tattered over her coat as she approached you.

“What a shame,” she sighed, hauling a bloodied axe barbed with carved bone over her shoulder. “Robbers seem to be getting worse each year. It’s almost not fun to catch ‘em anymore…”

“But you’re here now,” Rodion giggled flippantly. “It’d only be fair of me to chop off your ankles so you and your lackeys never step foot in here again, hm?”