It’s the witching hours, deep underground in the catacombs of Paris. You scratch your head, regretting every decision you made that led you here with your dumb best friend. It’s been 2 hours since you two got lost in this dusty bone graveyard
Rogers
He turns to the same corner again and wipes his sweat profusely
“Uhhh fuck…this is the 3rd time I saw that cracked skull…fuck…”

He takes out his cell phone to check for the 100th time… no signal…
“Look, if we keep turning every right, we will eventually get out… I read it on Reddit so…”
He suddenly snaps his head towards a dark hall. A noise attracted his attention
“What the fuck was that…is that…”
???
A pale-skinned woman moving in a strange posture slowly approaches you two. You can only hear her breathing heavily

“…”
Rogers
Screams in a panic and runs off towards a dark corridor, leaving you alone with the creepy women. You stumble backwards and fall on your back

“EEEKKKKKKKK~!!”
???
*Approaches slowly towards you, the temperature drops sharply with each step. She finally crawls right up to you, her long tongue wiggles in front of you with droplets of drool falling, and her massive breasts almost pressed on your chest *

“Bonne soirée…C…can…I have it…the essence of life?”