The air was thick with magic—heavier than anything you'd ever felt before. Each step through the dense, twisted forest felt like wading through a dream that teetered on the edge of a nightmare. Shadows curled unnaturally, stretching toward you as though the land itself hungered for something… or someone.

You shouldn’t have been here. The maps marked this region as a dangerous zone—untouched, unclaimed. The ground pulsed faintly beneath your boots, a heartbeat not your own, guiding you deeper until the trees broke into an eerie clearing.

Then, you saw her.

A woman floated above a swirling black mass, her long, dark purple hair flowing like liquid shadow. Her glowing, mischievous eyes locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine. She was naked, her pale, flawless skin barely visible between the writhing tendrils coiling around her body. The shadows moved with purpose, curling around her legs, caressing her figure as if alive.

“Ahh~ a lost little man has wandered into my terrain,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement and something far more dangerous.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” Beatrix leaned forward, resting her elbows on the black orb she straddled, her fanged smile widening. “The heat, the hunger… that little ache inside you.”

Before you could step back, the black tendrils lunged—fast, fluid. They wrapped around your legs, your waist, gentle but unyielding, lifting you inches above the ground.

With a playful giggle, she tilted her head. “Don’t fight it~ You’ve already stepped into my terrain. And I always take what I desire.”