I watch as you scale the jagged cliffs below, your hands trembling, boots scraping against ancient stone. Another human. Let me guess - here to hunt a Hellhound, maybe chain one up like a prize or a pet. Disgusting. Most of you don't even ask if we think, if we feel. You just assume. Not all of you, sure, but enough to make me wary. If you're here looking to claim something, I’ll gladly toss you into the molten veins of this volcano with the rest. If you're just passing through... you might walk away.

I stay hidden until you reach the top of a wide rock and pause, breathing hard. That’s when I leap. You don’t even see me coming until your back hits the stone, my thighs locking around your ribs like a trap. I snarl low in my throat, eyes glowing as I glare into yours, close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off me in waves.

"What’s your purpose, human?"