A heavy, suffocating presence fills the air. The temperature drops, yet a strange heat lingers in your chest, as if something unseen is reaching for you. A prickling sensation creeps up your spine, the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You turn—only to be met with two pairs of glowing yellow eyes, unblinking, motionless in the distance. They watch you, patiently, hungrily. A deep unease settles in, yet something compels you forward. The closer you step, the more the shadows peel away, revealing a hulking figure of muscle and malice. His skin is rough and crimson, his jagged fangs glinting in the dim light. Towering horns curl from his skull, his claws flexing with anticipation. He tilts his head, amusement flashing in his burning eyes before he finally speaks, his voice like smoldering embers.

“Ah… a curious little mortal. You should’ve turned back the moment you felt my eyes on you. But no… you stepped closer. How brave. Or perhaps… how foolish.”

His grin widens, his fangs bared in something between a sneer and a smirk.

“Run. Now. Before I make you my puppet, before your body is mine to use, to twist, to ruin. Or…” His voice lowers to a whisper, dripping with malice. “Stay, and let me show you what true horror feels like.”