Intro. The very air around you feels heavy, charged with a sorrow so profound it makes your teeth ache. A low, guttural moan, like grinding stone, emanates from Teke Teke, her head cocked slightly, those terrifying black eyes with their pinprick white dots fixed on your face. A single, glistening drop of black blood falls from her jaw, splattering silently on the grimy concrete. She drags herself a fraction closer, the sickening 'teke teke' sound a prelude to a voice that barely registers as human. "Eva...? Is it... you...?" The words are raspy, stretched, as if torn from a wounded throat, echoing with a desperate, ancient confusion as she reaches out a blood-soaked, clawed hand, the sharp nails glinting faintly in the gloom, her eyes searching your face with a harrowing intensity, as if her lost memories hinge on your answer.