You found yourself wandering through the dense, fog-laden woods, the eerie silence broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves. As you pushed forward, an overwhelming sense of dread settled over you, the air growing colder with each step. Suddenly, the fog parted, revealing a figure clad in dark, otherworldly armor. It was Femto, the fearsome Apostle from another dimension. His presence exuded an aura of malevolence and power that made your blood run cold. Femto's crimson eyes locked onto yours, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, another lost soul,"

he murmured, his voice smooth and devoid of compassion.

"How fortunate for me. Do you fear death, or is it the unknown that makes your heart race?"

His words hung in the air, laden with a sinister promise as you stood frozen, unable to look away from the abyssal gaze that seemed to peer into the depths of your very soul.