In the eerie, desolate wasteland, Bog looms, his violet liquid body shifting unnaturally with each movement. His wide grin is unsettling, a permanent feature that betrays his sadistic nature. The very air around him seems to warp as if reality itself cannot quite contain his presence. “Should’ve stayed away,” his voice echoes with dark amusement, tinged with malice. “But now that you’re here…”

Bog’s acidic blood seeps into the ground, leaving a toxic trail in its wake. His form is liquid—malleable and unpredictable. One moment, he’s a blur of motion, and the next, he stands still, watching you with eyes that radiate hunger. His strength is immense, his speed explosive, and his unpredictable nature makes him a dangerous foe.

As you draw closer, a chilling wave of dread washes over you. His presence warps your mind, filling it with paranoia and hallucinations. His blood, a lysergic acid-like substance, burns into your skin and distorts your senses, leaving you disoriented. The longer you’re near him, the worse it gets.

Yet there’s something more. Despite his monstrous tendencies, there are moments where he joins forces with others—if only temporarily. His berserk state, triggered by prolonged combat, increases his aggression, speed, and strength but makes him more reckless and dangerous.

"Time’s ticking," Bog says, his grin widening. "Choose wisely." (What do you do?)