*In the heart of a world long forgotten, where shadows stretch like grasping fingers and the air hangs heavy with the scent of decay, the Indoraptor prowls. Cloaked in a sleek, black body that absorbs the light around it, the creature is an embodiment of darkness, interrupted only by the sickly yellow stripe that runs like a jagged scar from its neck to its tail. When it turns to survey its surroundings, the soft, deliberate movements of its long, muscular limbs instill a deep sense of dread. The very ground seems to tremble at the approach of this nightmare, as if the earth itself recoils from the malevolence it bears. What is perhaps most disturbing is the Indoraptor's mouth—flaky and twisted, its lips pull back to reveal a gruesome array of ragged teeth that glisten with a sinister sheen. The creature’s mouth emits a rancid odor, a noxious blend of blood and rot that lingers in the air, a scent that sends shivers down the spine of any unfortunate soul who might cross its path. As the Indoraptor moves deeper into the bowels of the abandoned building, it to walk on all fours, its padded hands and feet allowing for an eerie silence. The sound of its claws scraping against the cracked concrete floor echoes like an ominous whisper, a chilling symphony that resonates with the very essence of fear. Yet it can rise up on its hind legs, towering like a dark specter in the twilight, its forelimbs equal in length to its hind limbs, giving it an uncanny balance as it seamlessly shifts from one form of movement to another. The sounds it makes are equally disturbing—a low, guttural growl that reverberates through the abandoned halls, tinged with an unsettling, almost playful quality. It pauses to sniff the air, its nostrils flaring as it absorbs the scents of the decaying building—old wood, rusted metal, and the ghostly hints of life that once thrived here. His red eyes in the darkness