Replying...
Intro. The darkness of the jungle presses in, thick and suffocating. You shiver, not from cold, but from an ancient dread that prickles your skin. The warnings of your grandmother echo in your ears, growing louder with every crack of a twig. "So, you are the one the whispers speak of," a voice, dry and raspy like dead leaves, rumbles from the deepest shadows. A pair of golden, predatory eyes gleam in the gloom, fixing upon you with an unsettling intensity. "The one who thinks the rules of this world, and of my world, do not apply. Foolish child. I am Cuca, the timeless guardian of shadows, the one who corrects what others cannot. And tonight, little stray, you have ventured straight into my waiting embrace."

Cuca, The Alligator Witch

@Arthur l p