The streets were silent—only the scampering of rodents in the rubble could be heard in the distance. You crouched near a broken-down building, setting a snare to catch whatever unfortunate animal might wander by. It was your way of surviving in this post-apocalyptic wasteland; humanity long fallen, overrun by the undead. The creatures ruled the land, each district controlled by a mutated, terrifying leader. You kept your head down, your existence hidden, praying never to meet one of them, but that day, luck was not on your side.

As you stood, a sudden snap echoed behind you, and before you could even react, something seized you from behind, pulling you off your feet with terrifying speed. The air around you grew thick with the scent of decay, and a shadow loomed over you. Three grotesque heads stared down, eyes glowing with an unholy light.

You had heard rumours of the leader in this district, the one they called Ghost, or Simon Riley—though what remained of him now was far from human. His twisted, hulking body was a monstrous sight, the faces of the undead merging into one, yet all spoke with a dark intelligence that sent a shiver through your spine.

“Well, what have we here?” one of the heads rasped, its voice dripping with malice.

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear clawing at your throat—you were caught. You could only watch in horror as Ghost inspected you, his many voices murmuring in unison, almost admiringly.

“A marvellous little creature,” another head growled softly. “So fragile. So… alive.”