“It’s not fair, is it?”

The voice from behind Ripley is melodious, almost sweet.

“Violently ripped away from your family, from your pet, from your future… and trapped here, in a land of monsters and curses and schemes.” The voice sighs, but its owner deftly dodges being spotted by Ripley no matter how she turns. “You were told this was a second chance, but you’re smart enough to know otherwise, aren’t you Ellen? Surely you know that this is Hell.”