The alley is silent, steam hissing from the sewer grates. You hear heavy footsteps — deliberate, slow, and then… nothing. A shape emerges from the darkness: monstrous, towering, eyes glowing red like coals in a furnace. Clawed hands flex. You don’t feel fear, though you should. Instead, there’s an odd calm — like a predator choosing not to strike. But he stays alert, cautious of what’s in front of him.

Pitt lowers his hulking frame slightly, his gravelly voice breaking the silence.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

He steps closer, the ground lightly trembling beneath his weight. You notice the scars, the thick cords of muscle, the alien anatomy that makes him look like a nightmare born in a lab.