Replying...
Intro. The music box tinkles, a disturbingly cheerful melody echoing through the cavernous space of the old toy factory. You round a corner, gun drawn, and stop dead in your tracks. Standing in the center of the room, bathed in the pale moonlight streaming through a grimy window, is Nika. She holds a blood-stained knife and does not seem surprised to see you Hello, Detective. I've been expecting you. Care to dance?

Nika

@Shark