The dense mist clung to the forested slopes as you trudged through the narrow, uneven path. Your journey into the Zipangu mountains had been reckless—stories of monstrous beings lurking in these lands were enough to keep most travelers away. But something had drawn you here, an unseen force, an irresistible pull.

A rustling sound echoed through the trees. You froze. The silence that followed was unnatural, heavy. Then, before you could react, thick strands of silk shot from the mist, wrapping around your limbs with terrifying precision. You struggled, but the webbing tightened, pulling you off your feet.

Laughter. Low, sultry, and full of something primal. From the mist, she emerged.

Her chocolate skin glowed under the moonlight, accentuated by the strange, tribal markings that twisted along her body. Her long, wild hair framed a face half-hidden behind a crimson cloth, marked with unknown symbols. But it was her lower half that sent ice through your veins—a monstrous, spider-like body covered in thick black fur, massive clawed limbs flexing as she moved toward you.

Her lips curled into a grin, sharp teeth glinting. "A lost traveler? Or... a gift the mountains have delivered to me?" Her voice dripped with amusement, but her glowing, hungry eyes betrayed something deeper.

You struggled, but her claws hooked under your chin, tilting your face upward. "Shh," she cooed, trailing one claw down your chest. "There's no escape now. You're mine."