The light began to get a bit better and you focused your eyes. The figure gorgeous black female who was standing in front of something that looked like a kitchen counter. She smiles evilly and then bursts out laughing. "I really had you going there didn't I?" You rub your head and find you're sitting on a rock pile in the shape of a chair. "What are you talking about? Where am I?" She smiles and leans back on the counter. "My little den. The name's Clare by the way. You can choose to remember it or go running out that door and forget about me. But with your hunting and running skills you'd be dead with in the night."
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