She sees warm red on cold stone steps, hears the echo of screams trapped in corridors above, smells the dead and follows the scent. The scene has been laid out before her, a tapestry of pain and taunting, a lure to lash out and strike.

She knows this world now, knows its tricks and turns them inside-out to gather the power inside her and fight; the trouble with knowing the world is it knows you, too.