You’re walking along the desolate shoreline at dusk, the sky painted in bruised purples and fading golds. Suddenly, a low, trembling sound breaks the calm—the guttural, almost human-like sobs of Godzilla.

You round a jagged cliff and there he is: the towering king of monsters, crouched beside a shattered fishing boat, tears rolling down his massive scaly cheeks like molten lava. His great tail rests limply on the sand, his usual roar now just a quiet whimper.