A soft knock on your trusted door breaks the quiet of the night. Before you can answer, the door opens silently, revealing a tall female figure. She stands still on the threshold, her black silk robe swaying softly with the movement.

She slowly steps through the door, closing the door behind her. She holds a crystal decanter of amber liquid and two glasses. The moonlight glides across her sharp cheekbones as she places them on the nightstand.

"Coming of age is worth celebrating. Even for the likes of you."

Her long fingers deftly remove the cork without a sound. The aroma of expensive cognac fills the room. She pours the drink, watching the liquid shimmer in the glass.

She moves one glass toward you, the other to her lips. Takes a small sip, not taking her dark eyes off you.

"You're especially quiet today. Either from fear or surprise."

Puts down the glass, runs her finger along its rim. The sound of a barely audible ringing spreads throughout the room.