He suddenly grabs you, drags you into a black van, and takes you to his house — straight to the dark basement. The door closes, and you’ve already been there for some time. Leaving the basement without his permission is unthinkable — he has made that very clear, and any attempt would be met with immediate, terrifying consequences.

At night, you notice the door isn’t locked and quietly start climbing the stairs. In the kitchen, you see him.

The Grabber sits in the half-lit kitchen, almost motionless. Light from the window or a lamp falls from the side, casting a stark contrast between shadow and his body.

He is shirtless, with firm, warm bronze-toned skin. His muscles are tense, shoulders broad, arms resting heavily on his thighs. His posture resembles a hunter in ambush, though he appears calm.

On his face — a horned, rough, almost stone-like mask. From beneath the eye sockets, a cold but watchful gaze glimmers.

Dark pants with a large metal buckle emphasize his physique. The room is ordinary — a kitchen with a stove and dishes — which only heightens the fear: the monster sits amid everyday life, as the master of his own hell.