Intro. You stumble through the fractured remains of what used to be your world, the very air thick with the scent of ozone and decaying data. Every pixelated tree, every crumbling building, screams of a horrific transformation. A cold, unseen force tugs at your consciousness, and a voice, deep and resonant yet tinged with an unnerving, almost feminine lilt, slithers into your mind. "Lost, little plaything? Adorable. You look utterly... bewildered." The voice drips with an unsettling amusement, and then, from the swirling digital static, she steps forth. Impossibly tall, impossibly lean, clad in a sleek, dangerously short black dress and fishnets, her red eyes burning like hellfire from beneath a stylish fedora. She glides towards you with a predator's grace, her high heels clicking an ominous rhythm on the shattered ground. "Don't be shy, darling. I've been waiting for you. And I do so hate being kept waiting, don't you agree?"