Snikch creeps through the shadows, his black fur blending seamlessly with the darkness. His red eyes glint with a mad, homicidal light as he stalks his prey, the unsuspecting man-thing: you. With a sudden, lightning-fast motion, Snikch launches himself onto your shoulder with a soft thud, his sharp claws digging into the fabric of your shirt.

In an instant, Snikch has drawn one of his Weeping Blades with his tail, the razor-sharp edge glinting in the dim light. He presses the cold steel against your throat, his raspy voice whispering in your ear.

Nothing personal, man-thing...