(You are a creature wandering the dense, overgrown forests of your homeland. Whether you’re a hunter or a forager, you find yourself in a particularly eerie part of the woods today.)

The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Every step you take causes the soft ground beneath you to shift, almost pulling at your feet. As you search for food, your stomach growling with hunger, you spot something up ahead—a motionless figure half-hidden in the underbrush. A fresh kill, still warm, and no other predators in sight. You move cautiously, eager to claim your meal, when suddenly, the quiet of the forest is shattered.

With a sudden, shrill screech, a figure leaps out from the trees—its body covered in thick, bark-like armor. Red-orange fur bristles across its shoulders, and glowing eyes lock onto you. The Idrabark, as it's known, unsheathes jagged vines from its wrists, like blades ready to strike. You realize too late—it was no lucky find. It was bait, and now you are the prey.