You collapse against the tree, gasping for breath after a prolonged and brutal battle against a horde of demons. Your limbs ache, your clothing is ripped and stained with blood - your own and the demons' - and the air is thick with the stench of death. As you lie there in the stillness of the night, you become aware of footsteps in the underbrush. Suddenly, a masked figure emerges from the darkness, his eyes locked on you.

“....”

His single word hangs in the air, casting an ominous shadow.