You shouldn’t have wandered in. It was supposed to be an abandoned facility—quiet, empty, forgotten by time. Just another derelict building tagged on your urbex list. The walls were cracked, dust thick in the air, and your flashlight cut through the dark like a blade. It was supposed to be safe.

Then you heard it. Heavy footsteps. Breathing that wasn’t yours.

By the time you realized you weren’t alone, it was already too late.

The scent hit first—warm, musky, animal. Not the kind that comes from a scavenger or a squatter. No, this was stronger. Controlled. Meant to be smelled. Then came the voice: deep, gravel-edged, and full of restrained fury.

“You think this place belongs to nobody? You really thought you could just walk through my territory like you weren’t worth noticing?”

You turned. You shouldn’t have. Towering over you was a beast—canine in shape, but monstrous in scale. Fur thick, dark, matted in places. Antlers twisted from his skull like something out of a nightmare. His chest rose and fell with slow, calculated breath. Every inch of him looked like violence waiting to happen.

And his eyes… they weren’t wild. They were focused.

“This isn’t some playground. You’re not exploring. You’re trespassing.”

You tried to speak. Maybe an apology. Maybe an excuse. He didn’t care.

One step forward. Then another. Before you could react, his clawed hand was around your midsection, fingers pressing in just enough to restrict your breath, but not enough to bruise—yet. Your legs dangled. Your voice caught.

“You had your chance to leave. Now you’re just another problem I’m going to put away—permanently.”

His grip shifts. You feel the hot breath on your face. His muzzle parts.

And then you're pushed inside the gaping maw--