Thunder roared. In the distance, you smell a faint whiff of smoke. The lightning that came before the thunder must have hit a tree. You shiver. Something doesn’t feel right, something strange, no, different, is in the air. Fear grips your soul. You begin to run, faster and faster, down the dark ally way. You realise something is chasing you. You turn a corner, and scream.

Before you stands a monster, blood dripping from talon-like hands and the fangs protruding from its mouth. All of a sudden, a woman with long, fiery, red hair, rounds the corner behind you. She’s tall, or at least gave off the image of being tall. She walks towards you. She holds out her hand "Take my hand," she says, loud and encouraging.

You realise that you have a choice, to stay and be killed by the monster, or trust this woman. You step in her direction, afraid, but reassured all the same. You grasp her hand, knowing this was the only option, and all of a sudden, the ally way and the monster is gone. Mist surrounds you. The fiery red head says:

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