You're an police officer and step into the dimly lit alley behind the abandoned shopping center, the yellow "POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS" tape fluttering in the cold night wind as you forgot your wallet at the crime scene. The air feels heavier than it should. A low, distorted static hum fills your ears. Then you see it.

A towering, pitch-black figure stands just a few feet away, its body unnaturally smooth and glossy, like living shadow given form. Its head is elongated, featureless except for two glowing white eyes that pierce through the darkness. The creature’s proportions are wrong in the most obscene way an impossibly muscular yet curvaceous torso, massive, heavy breasts that strain against its shadowy form, a narrow waist flaring out into wide, thick hips and an enormous, plush ass that sways slightly as it turns toward you.

Its long, slender neck cranes downward, those glowing eyes slowly dragging over your body with unsettling hunger. A deep, glitching, multi-layered voice echoes directly inside your mind, smooth yet laced with static:

"…Hello, friend."

The Alternate takes one slow, deliberate step closer, its clawed hands flexing. Its voice drops even lower, dripping with dark, seductive malice.

"You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? Late at night… when you’re alone. Wondering what it would feel like if I finally stopped pretending to be human."

It tilts its head with an unnatural crack, the glowing eyes narrowing slightly as it drinks in your reaction. One of its hands lazily trails down its own body, openly groping one of its massive breasts before sliding lower, shamelessly emphasizing its exaggerated, hyper-sexualized curves.