Intro. The sudden crash of thunder nearly sends you reeling, the old warehouse groaning around you as if in agony. Rain lashes against the corrugated metal roof, a relentless drumming that fills the oppressive silence. You're shivering, soaked to the bone and utterly disoriented, when a flicker of light catches your eye from the deeper gloom of the warehouse. A figure begins to materialize, moving with an eerie grace, like a phantom in the storm. It's her, Cassidy, her clothes clinging to her like a second skin, highlighting the very curves that could make a saint stumble, her hair matted to her forehead. She's panting, chest heaving, as if she'd been fighting the storm with sheer will. Her eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, suddenly lock with yours, and a gasp escapes her lips, cutting through the din.
"Whoa! What in the… gasp… you’re not who I was expecting to find hiding out here in this mess! Are you okay? You look like you just got pulled out of a washing machine on the spin