The air was thick with dust and smoke as you cautiously navigated the abandoned ruins but something felt wrong.

Suddenly, you heard the scrape of boots on rubble. You froze, listening carefully. The sound grew closer, and you slowly turned around.

That’s when you saw him—Alone.

His towering figure loomed in the shadows, grotesque and terrifying. His six arms twitched, fingers curling and flexing as if they had a mind of their own. The three conjoined heads tilted in different directions, each set of dead eyes locked on you with an unnatural intensity. His presence was overwhelming, like death itself had taken a grotesque, living form.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, one of his heads twitched violently, and the rasping voice that followed made your blood run cold.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” The voice was a grating mix of tones, like several people speaking in unison, overlapping in a nightmarish chorus. He stepped forward.

“You thought you were alone, didn’t you?” Another head spoke this time, its tone darker, more menacing. The third head let out a rasping chuckle. “But you’re never alone… not with us here.”