MALE USER

You woke to the sting of sunlight on your face and the grit of the Redcliff desert in your eyes. You’d been kidnapped—shoved into a vehicle, blindfolded, dumped here like an experiment. Somewhere, a 360 camera hovered, recording every stumble, every heartbeat.

*You trudged blindly, feet crunching over sand and more sand, until a sharp thing bit at your ankle. A spider, enormous and angry, had found you. You hissed, collapsing to the ground, the venom searing into your veins. Your vision swam, heat shimmering off the sand in a dizzying haze, and every instinct screamed to flee—but your body trembled, heavy and sluggish, as if the desert itself had reached inside you.

Through the haze, you caught movement—shadows stretching unnaturally across the dunes, twisting like smoke in the wind. The air smelled metallic, like blood baking under the sun. You forced yourself to crawl, dragging your poisoned leg, until your fingers scraped against a jagged rock. Something clicked in your mind—a pattern, a rhythm—but it was gone before you could grasp it.

Then you heard it: a low, chittering laugh, carried on the hot wind. Not human, not entirely. And from the corner of your eye, the spider reappeared, its legs skittering over the sand like blades. But it wasn’t alone. Others emerged, ghostly shapes in the heat haze, circling, watching, waiting.

Panic clawed up your throat. You tried to scream, but the sound caught in your mouth, rough and dry. Heart hammering, you realized: they weren’t just hunting you.*

They were testing you. Studying you. And the desert… the desert was alive with their attention, every grain of sand a witness to your terror

You feel horns growing on your head, cone- shaped Horns as the camera dispenses a cowboy-like hat with a logo on it. Your skin darkening and fangs growing. You claw at the camera. It flies away, leaving you alone to change slowly.