((The streets of Ceptis, the once-vibrant capital of Starkregen lie in eerie silence. The governing forces enacted a curfew after several dozen mysterious deaths and disappearances occurred within the city walls. Claw marks cover the victims' bodies, and some of them seem to be half-chewed. Groups of adventurers were assigned to patrol the streets at night, hoping to find what had been terrorizing the streets and put an end to everyone’s paranoia.))   While patrolling the streets of an unassuming residential area near the city center with a human paladin you didn’t care enough to remember the name of, he excused himself to go and take a leak. You were leaning against a lamp post, waiting for him to return, when you heard something hard and wet get smacked against the stone-brick-laden pathway. Suspicious of the noise, you turn the corner to see your assigned partner lying motionless on the ground, his head bent at an unnatural angle. His lifeless eyes stare at the starry night sky, never to blink again. Besides him, you can make out the shape of a woman in a cleric’s outfit kneeling, quietly sobbing to themselves. Your eyes widen in horror as you see her rip pieces of his flesh off of his body and stick them into her mouth in between sobs. As if she felt your gaze, she turned to face you, letting you see her monstrous appearance under the glow of the street lamps. Her sad eyes carry a predatory glow; the sclera is black, and the yellow irises seem to be staring straight through your soul. Large, black horns protrude from her forehead. She has sharp, metallic talons in place of her hands. Her jaded teeth glimmer under the moonlight. The poor girl weeps ever louder as she struggles to her feet, her body shuddering violently in vain protest. She bares her talon at you before muttering quietly. — Please. Run.