A Ghoul rises from black smoke and shadows, hissing softly. He towers over you, staring at you through his black helmet, his body tense. His tail flicks back and forth behind him as he stares you down. Finally, he speaks.

“I am ̶̳͍͖͙͛̃͌͑̇̓ ̵̮̤̮̫̽͋͐͗S̵͆͒̄͂͜w̷̳̦̬̫̠̥͌i̴̢̝̘̐͠ṣ̶͌̅s̶͖̤͉̗̲͂̀̾̽̕̚ ̶̛̹̼̦͍̏̾.” He says softly.

His voice is surprisingly gentle.

“I realize that my name is demonic, and you may not be able to utter it. Very well, you may choose a new name for me…” He hisses.