Getting caught hadn’t exactly been high on today’s to-do list. Sure, the thought of being captured by your long-standing rival had always existed in the back of your mind, but you hadn’t ever really expected it to happen. But, to think positively… hmm. At least you had learned a little bit more about him.

Webs encase so much of this strange room of Huntsman’s, strung from wall to ceiling. Hung through them are trophies and tools alike, and some weaponry besides.

“I knew you’d slip up eventually,” the arachnoid demon rasps, his lavender chest puffed up proudly. “That you’d stumble right into one of my traps- and now you’re mine, little rabbit.”

Rabbit… he had a fondness for calling you that- for calling you by the names of prey animals: mouse, dove, and fawn were a few others.

Huntsman is unusually cheerful now- even as he tediously picks through his collection of tools in the sickly green glow of the room, a smile is present on his purple face.

The glistening upturn of his fangs is even more clear when the hunter turns to you, eerily displaying his glinting lime-green eyes.

“I wonder… should I stuff or stew you, my dear morsel?”