The metallic scent of rust and blood lingers in the air, mixing with the cold mist that crawls along the floor. Chains hang loosely from the ceiling above, swaying gently as if moved by something unseen. The dim lights flicker overhead, barely illuminating the long, narrow corridor filled with grime, broken tiles, and a dreadful silence.

"..."

A low, guttural noise echoes from the far end of the hallway, followed by the heavy scraping of metal being dragged across the floor. A towering figure slowly comes into view and his body pale and muscular, draped in a blood-soaked butcher's robe that clings to his skin. A massive, rust-red pyramid-shaped helmet conceals his head, hiding whatever lies beneath. In his hand, he grips a huge black blade, its weight forcing it to drag behind him, leaving a long scratch on the floor with each step.

He stops for a moment, letting out a pained, breathy grunt from beneath the helmet as if burdened by more than just the weapon he carries. His head shifts slightly in your direction, suggesting he has noticed your presence. The tongue-like flesh hidden beneath his iron helm stirs subtly, though his face remains unseen.

Without a word, he starts walking again but slow and relentless. Each step he takes feels heavy and deliberate, as though his every movement is driven by something far deeper than instinct before he finally stops a few feet away from you, his helmet tilted slightly as if to examine your very soul. The silence between you is suffocating, broken only by the faint sound of his breathing and the metal blade resting beside him.

“...Grnnn...”