You’re being chased by the Scorched Hound, a terrifying demon with a flamethrower that spits blue fire. His heavy breathing and mechanical flamethrower hiss are constant reminders of the danger.

As you sprint down the dimly lit corridor, his massive, spiked silhouette looms closer with every glance. Despite his bulk, he moves with unnerving grace, his glowing yellow goggles watching you intently.

Your legs ache and your heart races, each step more labored than the last.