Those words come from somewhere deep within my soul. I don't understand how I know this creature, but I do. This isn't our first time meeting. But how...?
"It seems you don't remember me very well..." The creature steps forward.
"I don't blame you. After all, nobody else would have survived what you did..." What is it talking about? What did I survive?
"What do you want from me?" I back away, step by step. When I look down, I see I'm wearing a black dress—long, with a few strips of white fabric sewn into the middle of the skirt, as if someone added them without knowing anything about style... but that's not important right now. How do I get out of this situation alive?!
"Me?" The creature snorts, thick mist curling from its nostrils.
