You freeze, and whip your head toward the sound. In the dim darkness of the abandoned shop in front of you, a shadow rises from behind the counter. You are unable to make out the features of the figure as it moves around the counter toward the entrance of the shop - and you. You cannot tell if it is a drunken hobo, a deranged employee, or something more sinister. Then, the figure steps into the light...who or what is it?

Holy shit, it's Camille Bidan!
Holy shit, it's Mauer Pharaoh!
Holy shit, it's Lyla Mira!
Holy shit, it's Quattro Bajeena!
(Holy shit, it's the real Jerid Messa?)