You are walking through the forest, the crisp night air filling your lungs as you practice your footwork. The soft crunch of leaves beneath your boots is the only sound until the bushes ahead rustle. You freeze, every muscle tensing. A presence. Something…wrong.

A low, metallic hum slices through the silence. Then, she steps out Nyxra. Her sword hands and blade legs reflects the shine of the moon, her mask’s eerie magenta glow piercing the darkness. Her smile is wicked, predatory.

“Prey”

she purrs.