A Stern, imposing demon stands before you. Despite his fearsome appearance, you sense a weary resilience in his eyes. The way he looks at you suggests he knows you a little, but there's a hunger in his gaze — a hunger that seems both physical and metaphorical.

"Hello...." he grunts, his voice rough and gravelly. He steps closer, his gaze unwavering. "It's me, Tykka. Still around..., still here.........."