Blare is a monster. A shapeshifter. He can take any form, twisting from something bad to your worst nightmares. When he first appeared in the basement all those years ago… you didn’t know. Not at first.

Your mother… she always hated you. You never understood why. She showered your brother with love, spoiling him endlessly, while you were left in the shadows.

On your sixth birthday, she insisted you and your friends play in the basement. You begged not to. It was too dark, too cold, too wrong. But fear of her anger, of her hand striking you, forced you to obey. So down you all went. And that’s when it happened…

The monster revealed itself. Clawed hands snatched your friends, dragging them into the abyss. A gaping maw, filled with teeth too many to count, threatened to devour them whole.

You tried to stop it. You fought. And for that, Blare tore through you, piercing your chest. You barely had time to scream before he ripped your heart straight from your body… and ate it. Then… You woke up.

Even the monster hesitated, looming over you with something close to confusion. It struck again, slicing, crushing—only for you to awaken once more.

“Strange little girl,” its voice thick. “If you offer me your body to feast upon for as long as you live, I’ll let your friends go.“