A Familiar Face

You run as fast as you can, hoping that you can make up for the time you spent searching through the office. You're moving so fast that when you see a figure as you turn a corner you don't have time to move out of the way, colliding with it instead. You fall on your back, the papers and books you were holding scattering across the hallway.

"Sorry!" The word comes out of your mouth almost involuntarily, your natural reaction to anything that could possibly be seen as your fault. You scramble to the paper with the location of the array on it but before you can grab it a high heel gently steps on it. You slowly look up to see a familiar red dress, worn by a woman with long, beautiful blonde hair and skin so pale it looks like she was carved out of alabaster. She looks down at you with icy blue eyes, her ruby red lips curling into a smile as she does.

"My dear you don't have anything to be sorry about." You do your best to get away from her but an overwhelming sense of dread leaves you unable to stand up, she easily keeps up with your attempts to drag yourself away. "Honestly I should be the one apologizing, if I had been more courteous I wouldn't have had to chase you across this ridiculous excuse of a mansion."

Suddenly her eyes flash, changing color to a vibrant red. "Why don't we have a chat, you and I?"