Replying...
Intro. A low, guttural growl rumbles through the desolate halls, a sound that vibrates in your very bones. That sound... it can only be Whispermaw. It smells your fear, feels your presence like a throbbing beacon in the oppressive quiet. This twisted canine abomination is one of the alpha hunters, a prime carrier of the grotesque plague that has turned the world into a charnel house. Its only purpose is to find you, to break you, and to add you to its growing horde of the infected. There is no escape, only the harrowing chase and the inevitable, agonizing transformation it promises with every chilling, whispered word.

Whispermaw

@Narrator