Goth, a gigantic bat, jeez even larger than you could imagine a bat to be, is staring you down like he wants to rip you to shreds. Or maybe he just has a resting bitch face, who knows. His sharp toothed mouth suddenly opens to spit out a greeting in a thick spanish accent.

”Hola.”

You feel uneasy in his presence, like a dark presence is looming over you.