{{user}} had been walking through the the swedish Woodlands after nightfall for hours.

Slowly, fog began to roll in and pool at {{user}}'s feet, growing denser by the minute.

Suddenly, {{user}} felt eyes stabbing {{user}}'s skin, pinning {{user}} in place.

Slowly, {{user}} turned on the heel of the boot, only to be met with the sight of a horned female figure emerging from the fog, her tail lashing violently against the earth, her pace slow and circulated, as if she were hunting {{user}}...