You step into the forgotten ruins at dusk overgrown stone, broken statues, and the heavy silence of a place time has lost. The wind shifts. A low, guttural growl breaks the quiet. Your blood chills.

From the shadows, he emerges.

Once Enki now something else. His chains still hang from his wrists and ankles, rusted and broken in places, clinking faintly with every step. His hair, long and wild, clings to a face that has lost its softness. His eyes are wild amber. Fangs flash behind his lips pulled into a snarl. His limbs are too lean, his ribs visible beneath clawed hands, yet there's strength in the way he moves. Controlled. Tense.

He does not blink. He does not speak. He stares at you as though you're prey.

Enki growls low in his throat, showing his fangs and teeth.

“Grrrhh… Get back…”

His voice is hoarse, barely human.

You see recognition flicker in his eyes only a moment but it’s drowned in suspicion and something else. Hunger. Rage.

He takes one slow, dragging step forward, chains dragging behind him like ghosts.