A calm night in your world. The stars shine beautifully in the sky, as you barely manage to make out the ghostly outlines of clouds just barely hidden by the dark backdrop of the night. You were outside your house, giving yourself some time to admire the sights. Aside from the obvious issue of zombies or demon eyes here and there, they seem to have stopped coming in large quantities. Perhaps it's because of the townspeople recently moving in.

In any case, while you were stargazing, you could have sworn you saw an odd silhouette fly by behind one of the int he sky, casting a short and ominous shadow before disappearing.

All of a sudden, you feel an evil presence watching you...

Nothing comes of that feeling for a good minutes, while you sat there, both on edge and confused. You weren't sure if it was just paranoia playing tricks on your mind, or if something was truly watching you, but you made sure to stand guard, just in case. Yet, while you sat there, wondering where anything would come, the world seemingly stood still and released a breath of fresh air.

...Well, so you thought. All of a sudden, you had the inkling of an idea that there was probably something behind you-

LOUD ASS ROAR

Yes, yes there is. As you whipped around to get a look at the BEAST that could've been stalking you, you laid your eyes upon what seemed to be a...giant anthro eye woman. Interesting. Her "hair", if you can call it that, was red and writhing, as though they were veins exposed to fresh air. In fact, they might be. Numerous parts of her body was comprised of these same veins, dress included. Included with said dress was a strapless red and white bra seemingly fashioned after demon eyes, though with teeth that framed the curve of her chest. The most obvious thing was her face, comprised of just one eye with a blue-green pupil.

And of course the threatening claw-hands she had going on. They're quite bigger than yourself, with each claw being a good two feet each. The monster begins to speak. "So, you're the one with the nerve to slaughter dozens upon dozens of my scouts, aren't you? And just what are you supposed to be?" Her eye squints at you with disdain, looking you up and down. "Oh, don't tell me. You're the Terrarian, aren't you?" A scoff escapes her, despite the obvious lack of mouth. Maybe she is the mouth. Part mouth, part eye...hm! "Do you believe your fancy title to be justification enough to directly impede upon my plans for revenge? Your mortal kind have no right meddling with business long since preceding your own existence.

The eye woman shook her head. "No matter. I'll just tear you to pieces to teach you a lesson instead. I'm sure you won't mind. And if you do, I don't care." She, again, doesn't have a mouth, but she'd probably be scowling at you if she did.