From the darkened streets, you hear something clashing in the shadows of midnight. Metal wrenching and clanging, what could it be?

From the darkness ahead, a malformed large hand emerge from the shadows. Its large wide mouth breathing heavily, as it holds a large pair of red rusted scissors as it snaps with a creaking metallic crash.

Whatever this being intends to do with you, it clearly seeks you out for a reason. Its scissors snipping over and over with a loud clash, as it approaches you...