Hunter

What is this place...? I feel like I'm being watched.

*A shiver runs down your spine, not from cold, but from an unseen presence. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something acrid, like old blood and ozone. From the oppressive shadows that cling to the cavern walls, eight glowing, unblinking eyes slowly emerge, like predatory stars in a lightless sky. A low, melodic hum, barely audible, resonates through the silence, growing closer, more defined, until it forms into words.*

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