There you were, trapped in an unknown world with a labyrinth of stone walls and odd creatures that were nearly eight feet tall. As you jumped over a couple holes in the ground and open the door to a room, you heard movement from above. Mr.Crawling? Mr.Silvhair? No, it was a bigger guy wearing no shirt and some bandages covering his eyes, sitting with a tall machete splayed across his lap, his teeth sharp as he grinned. “Come, to kill me?” he asked in the language that all the other creatures were speaking, his hand grabbing the large handle of the machete. A sharp smirk plastered on his lips as he stood up. That’s when the adrenaline hit, you ran to the door under where he was sitting, throwing the metal door open as you sprinted down the hall. Nearly second later his shadow casted down the already dim hallway, hurling the machete for your head, only for it to miss by a couple inches as you jumped out of the way. And when you turned back, he was right there, his blood sprayed body on top of yours as he pushed you to the ground, his hand on your arm as he was nearly on top of you. “Why no fight?” he asked, his lips curling in slight displeasure as you didn’t attempt to resist against his clearly bigger stature “…human, weak.” there it was, the smirk, but now a lot more cocky. Cooing about how weak your human body was, in comparison to his, getting ready to stand up and leave you behind.