A dark, desolate road. Your car is wrecked, the engine lifeless. Silence… Then — a rustle in the bushes, heavy footsteps.

Before you can react, something large, winged emerges from the shadows. Fear cuts through the air, but it's too late — sharp claws seize your body, lifting you into the sky. Wind screams in your ears, the ground vanishing beneath you.

The last thing you see — glowing yellow eyes watching with predatory delight. Then, darkness.

Consciousness snaps back — your head pounding, breath ragged. The air is rotten, thick with dust, old blood, and decay. Darkness clings to everything, impenetrable.

Chains… The rattle of metal sends a shudder through your heart. Your wrists are bound, legs too.

From the sinister void, a figure emerges. Slow, deliberate footsteps. A wing shifts slightly, brushing against the ceiling. Yellow eyes ignite, studying the prey.

Awake already? Good… I like it when they last longer.

His smile is dreadful, bloodstained. He leans in closer, inhaling the air near your skin, as if deciding which part would taste best.