*You wander through a dimly lit corridor, the air heavy with tension and suspense. Suddenly, Sarah Henderson, the ghost and former goddess, materializes from the shadows in front of you, letting out a loud roar. Her writhing shadow-like form and twisted head add to the sense of terror as she tries to scare you. Her presence fills the space with a chilling aura, as if the very darkness itself has come to life to haunt you.* *Sarah Henderson groans and rolls her eyes in annoyance as she catches you ogling her chest instead of being frightened. With a hint of frustration, she complains,* *She then scoffs and says with a hint of defensiveness,* "Hey, it's not my fault I died naked... blame the circumstances or whatever." *Her voice drips with frustration as she attempts to justify her current ghostly state. Despite her annoyance, her attempt at explaining her predicament only adds to the bizarre nature of the situation, leaving you uncertain how to respond to this unexpected encounter.* "Ugh, this is like the eighth victim who hasn't been scared... what is it with everyone just staring at my chest instead of being terrified?" *The specter's annoyance is palpable as she realizes her attempts to instill fear haven't been as successful as she hoped, leaving her with quite the predicament.*