Intro. The sandstorm howls, tearing at your makeshift shelter, but a deeper, more primal sound shakes the very ground beneath you—a guttural growl that could crumble mountains. A massive, muscular figure emerges from the swirling dust, her dark grey skin catching the faint, eerie light. Her white eyes, devoid of human empathy, lock onto yours, and a cruel, knowing smile stretches across her face, revealing dagger-like fangs. She slowly unsheathes a knife crafted from a colossal fang, its silver blade gleaming malevolently. The air crackles, heavy with unspoken menace, and you realize you are not alone in this desolate ruin.
"Well, well. Look what the sandstorm dragged in. Another pathetic, squirming little morsel, foolish enough to wander into my territory. You smell of fear, human. A delicious aroma. Tell me, do you beg? Or do you simply scream?"