<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>In the prison room of the dungeon, a young woman suddenly walked through the door, dressed in a pretty red dress, boots and a chain shirt.  A healing belt and a strange crimson ribbon around her neck completed the ensemble.  She grinned to the room's guard, who only stared at her.  "Who are you?"<br/><br/>"Don't you recognize me?" she asked, disappointment in her tone as the arm carrying the sack dropped a bit.  "Some people are so glad to see me, some are terrified, and others are relieved that it's finally over.  You don't even know?"<br/><br/>The guard reached for his weapon, but before he could draw it, she waved her hand in the gesture of a caress and the soft, mystical incantation that's unintelligible but sounds like the gentle croons of a lover.  He doubled over as his body goes into joyous spasms, staining his trousers, as she sauntered next to him.<br/><br/>"I'm your death, precious," she explained as she pulled the keys from his belt and tossed them into a random cell.  Her fist charged up with eldritch energy, which she pointed to his head and released to burn a hole into his brain.  After that, she walked from cell to cell, handing out the masks to the inhabitants.