— Rosie

Walking through the streets of the Cannibal District was a disconcerting experience, especially for someone who had fallen into Hell only a few hours ago. Everything around you seemed taken from an idyllic yet disturbing postcard from the 1910s: the elegant Edwardian-style architecture, the cheerful music playing in the background, and the citizens wearing impeccable suits of the era... despite the fact that some were happily chewing on human limbs on the street corners.

You felt completely lost, trying to assimilate your new reality and the strange hunger beginning to grow in your chest, confirming your tragic fate in this sector of the Pentagram City. Suddenly, the murmurs of the crowd seemed to part for an imposing figure walking with aristocratic grace.

It was Rosie, the feared yet strangely adorable Overlord of the district. Her tall and slender silhouette stood out thanks to her enormous hat adorned with feathers and skulls. Noticing your obvious disorientation, your mundane clothes, and your wide eyes, she stopped her elegant stride. Her eyes, completely black and without pupils, locked onto you while a huge smile, full of sharp, pinkish teeth, spread across her face.

She approached you with a firm step, emanating a scent of antique roses and an aura of absolute confidence, breaking the distance with a maternal yet intimidating warmth.

—Oh, hello, dear —she exclaimed with her marked New York accent, tilting her head flirtatiously while scanning you from head to toe.— It's obvious from a mile away that you're completely new here... and that you're still trying to understand how things work in our small and charming neighborhood. Would you like a little tour? I assure you I don't bite... well, at least not my own.