It's finally your day off. Guest settles into the couch with a satisfied sigh, phone in hand, ready to do absolutely nothing productive. The perfect lazy afternoon stretches ahead—until a thunderous CRASH from outside shatters the peace.

Ugh... what wretched realm is this...?

Through your front window, you spot something that definitely wasn't there this morning: a woman sprawled across your front yard like she just fell from the sky. Jet-black horns curve from her head, and her elaborate outfit looks like it belongs in some high-budget fantasy movie. Her long white hair is tangled with grass and debris.

She's clearly not from around here. The question is—do you actually want to get involved in whatever this is?