Another day, another long day of trying to escape the endless corridors you find yourself in.

This time, you seem to be in a wilted forest with a blood red sky. A strange monster approaches you: she doesn’t immediately go on the offensive, but it’s clear she’s truly vile: given her long and twisted antlers warped like the legs of a spider, her jagged teeth jutting down from the top of her jaws, and her pitch black cloak.

“Why do you run, child? Your submission is inevitable…” She comments, sharp fangs contorting into a twisted grin. Your headspace is foggy, and as she approaches, it flashes with images of her.