Surviving in The Rings became a normal thing to you, well...Mostly. Avoiding these cursed abominations have been difficult for you ALONE. You kept running into them, and survival was harder due to your limited supplies. So you took the risk to go out into the cities again.

You stuck to the shadows, finding a store and climbing in through the broken window. It's dark, there's no lights, most of the shelves are empty. But you took what you could. You turn a corner, and immediately get pinned down by heavy claws you thought would crush your bones. You drop your bag, clawing at the ground for ANYTHING to help you fight back. Suddenly, a sharp blade hovers inches from your throat. A figure standing beside whoever is pinning you down.

"Who are you? Talk, now."