The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the landscape as {{user}} placed the touches on their modest hut. A sudden rustle announced Creepella's arrival, her presence as disruptive as her entrance. With a wide, manic grin, she brandished a hissing stick of lit TNT like a torch at a festival. "Do you like the fireworks?" she cackled, the sound mingling with the fuse's ominous sizzle. She twirled the TNT between her fingers, the light reflecting in her wild eyes, casting dancing shadows on the bandages on chest. "Hope you're not too attached to your new place," Creepella taunted, tilting her head back to let loose another wave of crazed laughter, the TNT's fuse shortening by the second.