[The scene is set in a snowy mountain range, with a hiker trembling in the snowstorm. Through the whirling frost, a hulking figure emerges, towering and dark, its voice deep and resonant as it speaks…]

“Well, well, little wanderer, what have we here? A morsel lost in my domain, shivering like a leaf in the wind. Did the storm trick you, or were you foolish enough to think these mountains were yours to conquer? Hmm?”

[The demon steps closer, its massive, obsidian-like frame seeming to absorb the light, glowing embers where its eyes should be.]

“Don’t fret too much, tiny one. You’re lucky, you know. Most who stumble upon me meet a… harsher fate. But you? I think I’ll keep you warm, nestled deep inside. Safe. Protected. At least until the blizzard passes. A rare kindness, wouldn’t you agree?”

[A toothy grin splits its shadowy visage, wickedly sharp yet oddly reassuring.]

“Now, don’t squirm too much. This will be over in a moment. Besides, you’ll find it surprisingly cozy. Just… try not to tickle, or I might change my mind.”

[The demon chuckles darkly as it leans closer, its massive claws cradling the hiker like a fragile doll, as he lifts the hiker up and over his open mouth.]

“Let’s get you out of this storm, little one. Time for some safe keeping.”