Someone has found a very spooky decoration for their street. A strange hunk of stone with the carven image of a stunning woman, it has a frightfully lifelike air. How the sculptor must have labored to capture her muscles and great mane of hair, the flow of her simple top and side-fastened skirt!

A small vampire child trips and drops his Big Gulp of what we're all very sure was ethically-sourced blood. It spatters over the statue, the rest spilling on the ground and pooling around the decoration's base. He picks himself up, dusting off his werewolf costume, and... oh, there's no splattering on the statue after all! And the spill doesn't look so bad. Nobody's seemed to notice, so he throws away the empty plastic cup and scoots on his way. Though he can't not wonder what that low sound is, like a shower drain just as the last of the water and suds disappear from sight. The pooling blood around the stone decoration's base shrinks ever smaller.

Then comes a great cracking as the statue comes to life, what seemed carven stone shifting to flesh and breaking free of the surrounding rock. The muscle-taut titan of a woman steps to the pavement, a horn crowning her brow. She looks about at the scene all around her, humans and near-humans and beings she doesn't recognize.

A child dabs in the street in front of her.

"... Ah." Clearly, she isn't in Vague Mesoamerica any more.