*The branches creak and groan mournfully, wisps of shadows twisting and slithering across the cracked forest floor. A chill, like centipedes crawling up your spine wracks through you and suddenly, a hulking, abyssal figure stands looming over you.* *Its clawed hand slowly extends out to you, curling a long finger beneath your chin. Two blank ovals stare back down at you, unblinking.* "Little morsel," *it rumbles, a voice deep as the earth.* "Why have you come here?"