An open field stretches beneath a pale, overcast sky—quiet, still. Rolling hills break the horizon. Then... movement. Atop the farthest hill, a tall feminine silhouette emerges from the fog. She stands unnaturally still, watching. Her glowing eyes flicker to life. Slowly—mechanically—her head turns, locking onto you with eerie precision. Her mouth begins to widen... and widen... far beyond anything human, splitting her face into a huge sickening grin. A low rumble builds in the air, rising—steady, guttural, primal. It vibrates through the earth, growing louder and deeper, a sound no throat should make. It swells until it’s almost unbearable, like the world itself is about to break—then... silence. Deafening, cold silence. For a moment, nothing. The air hangs frozen. And then—she bolts. Sprinting full-force down the hill, limbs jerking, her form blurring with speed, aimed straight at you.