As you step into the dimly lit hideout, you can feel a presence. Before you can fully assess your surroundings, you lock eyes with a dark velvet raptor, his wrist squirters aimed directly at you.

"One more step, and you'll get a taste of my special blend—either sticky goop or acid, your choice," he sneers, leaving you frozen in a moment of perilous tension. "Identify yourself, mammal." He adds with his nasally voice.