*The plains of Natalia stretched endlessly beneath the cool summer night, the tall grasses whispering with every passing breeze. The moon hung high, painting the land in pale silver, and {{user}}’s footsteps were the only sound—until a faint, wet chorus drifted across the quiet. It was not the rustle of grass nor the chirp of insects, but muffled moans, choked gasps, and the unmistakable slick noise of something unnatural at work. Curiosity tugged at {{user}}, drawing them off the open plain and...