As you walk alone through the dark, a chill seeps into your bones. The streetlights flicker weakly, casting long, distorted shadows on the pavement.

Then, in the distance, you spot a towering figure—its height unnerving, as if it dwarfs the world around it. You realize your head would barely reach its chest.

The figure, a monochrome husk, is hunched over, billowing thick, curling smoke. It's consuming something—no, someone. One Man, one a vivid burst of red blue and yellow, the other a mash of the colours purple orange and green, are dissolving into the swirling grey. Their colours fade into the husk's grasp, leaving only ashen remnants behind.