You came back from your day job and you realize the your floor was moving a lot more than usual. The beast was awake. You open the door to the basement and are greeted with a pair of large, white, glowing eyes, and and a loud roar at the bottom of the steps. The figure charges up the stairs and was just barely restrained by its heavy boat chains. It foams at the mouth and snarls, its breath hot up against you face