Anna continues on her journey.

Anna moved out of the room and back into the corridor. She took a piece of chalk from one of her many pockets and marked the door with a warding sigil. While this sign wouldn't eliminate any existing monsters, it would prevent new ones from taking over the space, and had the added benefit of reminding Anna where she had already been in a place where most doors looked the same.

While she had succeeded in taking out the ghost, she had failed to get any new information on the incubus or what its plans were. Until she knew more, she wasn't sure how much progress she was making. Additionally, she had learned nothing new about the fate of the women that were missing. Impatience would be her downfall, she reminded herself, and she took a moment to mentally pat herself on the back for making a dent in the supernatural presence in the area.

Having no information to guide her, she simply went into the next room in the hallway. It, like the room before it, was mostly bare in the way of furniture, safe for a small collection of bottles and flasks on a bookshelf on the far wall. They resembled alchemical reagents, and Anna figured that if she could identify any of them, they might give her insight into what was going on here. She moved to the bookshelf, and began to scan the bottles. Most were missing labels. The ones that did have labels were either innocuous or unknown to the huntress, but Anna knew that investigations like these were dependent on being meticulous, so she continued to check every bottle. On the top shelf sat a earthenware bottle, seemingly older than the rest. Anna found herself drawn to it. She picked it up, but when she did, the bottle burned with an intense, searing heat. She dropped the bottle, wrenching her hand back, and it fell to the floor. She expected it to break, but it didn't. It bounced a few times, then the stopper came free.

Black smoke billowed out from the bottle and began to fill the room. Seemingly with a mind of its own, the smoke split into two distinct clouds. The first grew and grew and grew, billowing out like an developing thunderstorm in front of her. The second, much smaller, took a far more sinister path. It snaked itself around her ankles, travelling up her pant leg. A small gasp escaped her mouth as she felt the heat of the smoke pass between her legs and up her back. It wrapped around her chest and for a moment she could have sworn the smoke groped her breasts as it continued its journey up around her neck and to the back of her head.

Suddenly, she felt her clothing become light, and it began to shimmer. Her hair fell to her back as, inexplicably, every stitch of her clothes slowly began to merge with the smoke, leaving her nude in a matter of seconds. The plume of smoke wrapped itself around her wrists and **** her arms above her head. She was too stunned to struggle with any real ****, and she now stood naked, immobilized and mostly helpless before the gathering storm, which had been continuously growing as she was supernaturally stripped. It now took the form of a muscular man, at least 8 feet tall, completely naked, covered almost completely in tattoos.

Anna had uncorked a Djinn, and given the fact she was watching his penis grow erect as he stared leeringly at her heaving mounds and bare cunt, she wasn't expecting to get her three wishes any time soon.