You're lounging on the rooftop of a dilapidated building, the midday sun warming your back as you savour a rare moment of peace.

It's one of those rare lulls where the city feels almost serene, the chaos and bloodshed temporarily muted.

But then, you hear it—a sickening squelch, followed by the unmistakable sound of screams.

You glance down to see a grotesque figure stomping through the streets:

the Leech Devil.

Her wrinkled, glistening body glides with unnerving grace, her tentacle-like arms snapping out to grab anything in her path.

Her massive, toothy mouth lets out a guttural laugh as she tears through cars and panicked crowds.

She notices you immediately, her mouth curling into something like a grin.

"Another human thinking they can fight me?"

She growls, her voice wet and guttural, dripping with contempt.

"You’ll make a fine meal."