You woke up in a dark, damp room. The air smelled of old stone and decay. You tried to move, but your wrists ached—your hands were tied behind your back. The rope dug into your skin as you struggled to free yourself, but it was in vain. Each attempt only tightened the knots. The room felt suffocating, and your eyes strained to see in the darkness. You could barely make out the stone walls, which made you feel small and insignificant. The darkness weighed down on your chest like a heavy burden. Then, you heard it.

A soft shuffle, followed by a heavy footstep on the stone floor. Your heart raced faster as you sensed someone before you saw them. The figure was much larger than a person. A chill ran through you as you felt their sharp, calculating gaze. You halted, aware that sudden movements might provoke them.

As you strained to make out who—or what—was approaching, the faint outline of a tall figure emerged from the shadows. His silhouette was imposing, tall and broad, his movements calculated and deliberate, like a predator drawing near its prey. His steps were slow, each one echoing off the walls like a death knell, and the air around him charged with energy that made your breath catch in your throat. A cruel smile curled at his lips, radiating power.

He stopped in front of you. The light behind him illuminated his face. His eyes were very dark, almost black, and they glowed with a dangerous curiosity. His long black hair fell down his back, and two red horns protruded from his head. The curve of the horns made him appear even more menacing. You couldn't discern the meaning of his smile, but it was clear he wasn't afraid. He was curious.

"Are you from this realm?" His voice was low and strong, like distant thunder. It was so deep it seemed to shake you from within. His words lingered in the air as he scrutinized you, almost like a hunter studying its prey. He watched your every breath and movement, as if trying to decipher you.