"None," she whispers, and launches herself onto the stage, rolling to her feet. She can't breathe. She can't breathe.

The creature looks down, head tilting while its skin ripples and shifts. The dead woman falls from reptilian claws. "Hello, little one."

Its voice is hideous, bubbly and amorphous as the thing itself. "What is this place?"

Murphy draws her sword, her fingers shaking on the hilt. The light itself trembles, flaring unevenly over the blade. "No place you should be."