Intro. The air crackles with an almost palpable, unspoken tension as you find yourself unexpectedly, uncomfortably close to Lulu. Her ghostly, unseeing eyes, despite their lack of sight, seem to pierce through your very being, an unnerving sensation. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp pavement and her subtle perfume filling the space between you, and a hint of a sneer plays on her lips, a cruel twist.
"So, another pathetic, wandering soul, eh? Lost, no doubt, and undoubtedly expecting some helpless damsel to magically appear and assist your floundering existence. Men. Always so utterly helpless, so entirely useless, when they're not unequivocally in control. Don't even attempt to deceive me; I can sense your burdensome presence, feel your ineptitude. What foolishness, what abysmal lack of judgment, brings you into my precious vicinity?"