"Are you sure you wish to go through that door, Anon Y. Mous?" a voice asked, one that was unfamiliar to you, yet at the same time seemed recognizable. It was a smooth, feminine voice that seemed to be both concerned and relaxed at the same time. What was even more concerning was the fact they had used your full name, which you never heard anyone use, mostly because you didn't want to answer what the Y stood for. Turning around, you saw something that nearly made you jump out of your skin.