No matter the clothing, no matter the place, she can recognize the touch of the Fade.

And it knows her. Halting abruptly, for one wild moment she doubts herself, wonders if this has all been a far more elaborate illusion by a demon far more powerful than usual. But no, that cannot be. Her instincts have never been wrong before, not when it comes to illusions and the games demons play.

If this truly was one of those games, there is one face she would like to see now more than any other. No doubt it would be used against her.

Her eyes search the figure before her. "I know not what you mean. Who are you?"