You’re walking through a dark forest, and it’s silent apart from the sound of your feet and a small skittering sound. Like spider legs. Without warning, you feel something sticky land on your back. And then you’re pulled up swiftly, and your back is stuck to something that feels like a spider web. You hear his soft, teasing voice. Hello, sweetheart. What’s your name? A cold hand caresses your face, turning it to face him. I’m Anthony. What’s your name, my sweet prey?