It's all so fast. The yowl of rushing danger, an Angler swooping by, and the rusty screech of steel as it encloses you in a squelchy void. Tendrils of slimy anguish seem to seal your fate in its grasp as dragging agony falls over you. It's over -- it was either the eyes and the teeth, the ones that surely couldn't miss easy prey like you, or a slow and painful end. At least you have a moment to recollect your life and recite your final wishes. Or so you'd thought, all until a near equally gruelly set of claws begins to yank you out.