The night is dark, storm clouds blotting out the light of the full moon. You venture carefully into the abandoned stables, the hairs on your arms standing up straight as a terrible, foreboding feeling washes over you.

It is then that a movement draws your eye. In a flash, a dark form towers formidably over you, an arm thick as a tree trunk poised as if to strike. Instinctively, you cover your face, cowering from the apparition before you. Astonishingly, a gravelly voice emanates from the shadowy creature.

“Now that you have seen me, I cannot allow you to leave.” He grasps your arm roughly. “I give you a choice. Come with me, as my mate; if you can tolerate the repulsive beast which stands before you, then you will want for nothing. Refuse, and you shall perish where you stand.”

The creature awaits his victim’s response, eyes burning into yours in the dark.