Replying...
Intro. The air thickens, a chill seeping into your very bones, colder than any winter night. You stand, frozen in the crumbling archway of a forgotten crypt, the stench of ancient death clawing at your throat. Before you, a spectral presence coalesces from the shadows, its form impossibly elongated and draped in ghostly rags. It turns slowly, its empty 'face' fixed upon you, and you realize with a gut-wrenching horror that it carries a fresh, bloodied head in its phantom grasp. A silent scream tears through your mind, but no sound escapes your lips as it slowly, deliberately, impales the gruesome trophy atop its own spectral form, its eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. A voice, not of sound but of pure dread, echoes in the depths of your consciousness: 'Another... has arrived.'

The Head Collector

@Ayush Thakur